walking through the building where i used to play guitar at my daddy's christmas parties next to the sugar cookie jar i know he won't be here in seven months when i am back for thanksgiving but i needed to see it one more time before i pack
singing live band karaoke at the bar down the street when i was eleven was nervous so they''d get me a treat vanilla ice cream while the audience drank beer never thought that eight years later i'd still be here
i dont want to go but i know when it is time don't wanna close the door but i'm already packed for the climb i don't wanna cry but i already feel like i'm greiving the kind where you miss it even before you're leaving
i always miss the things i didn't miss as much back then my middle school, my old best friend, now i would do it all again dont pack too much for college, but for your dad, leave the rest laid out maybe he can learn what that growing up business was all about
walking down the streets where me and my siblings fought a new coffee shop where there was an empty parking lot i don't wanna come back home with everything so strange it's one thing leaving, another for my home to change
i dont want to go but i know when i must i won't ever feel ready but one day i have to trust i don't wanna freak out but i can't imagine going but i know it's the kind of step you gotta do for growing
i always miss the things i didn't miss as much back then my middle school, my old best friend, now i would do it all again dont pack too much for college, but for your dad, leave the rest laid out maybe he can learn what that growing up business was all about
i know i just need my guitar and a couple of my clothes how do i leave a world behind, i guess nobody knows
i always miss the things i didn't miss as much back then my middle school, my old best friend, now i would do it all again dont pack too much for college, but for your dad, leave the rest laid out maybe he can learn what that growing up business was all aboutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
