I miss the smell of leather and coffee when my mom was driving me to school. And I miss thinking I was a badass for texting in class; I'm breaking all the rules. And I miss the way we were when we fought for things we didn't know for sure. And I even miss puberty, when everyone else was as confused as me.
And I miss when getting a B in history was the biggest concern on my mind, not whether my degree is obsolete.
I miss the awkward parties where the guys and girls broke into separate camps. And I miss freaking out before a concert and proudly bearing my "under 18" stamp. And I miss all the stupid rumors and when people still got my sense of humor and the tension when the phone would ring and getting all worked up over the dumbest things.
And I miss having a heart attack when the girl I like-liked texted me back, not hoping she don't want to sleep alone.
And I miss my fresh-faced effervescence in the happy nightmare of adolescence. Now I'm one of the adults I used to scorn.
We're not the kids that we used to be, sneaking R-rated movies and drinking Arizona Tea. I didn't ask to grow up, but it's happening.
So soak up every minute, cuz you don't know it's the time of your life when you're in it, and, by the time you look up, it'll be gone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
