when we leave this place that we call home
what will be left behind?
our memories will be burned
into the landscapes we drove through,
the sunsets we chased,
the stars we watched,
the songs we blared,
the fires we had,
and the blank walls we stared at
when we complained
"there's nothing to do around here."
now it seems as if each night is passing by
and in a couple of months we will all say
goodbye see you soon
and wish that we would have made the most of all
the "boring" nights
that really weren't so boring when youy look back on it.
(p.s. I don't wanna grow up)