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The school stayed the same
it was me who dragged on
all my "friends" became better, taller, smarter, prettier
While here i am, deep in the city
but still
crashing on libraries and cutting corners on short walks
bet you couldnt tell ill end up like this, with life walking me by the sweater paws...
I seem to mature less the older i get, but again, ¿whose fault is that?
If i text you, late at night
and you play along, just like before...
are we going back on our tracks, to pick up the mess...
or are we just chasing Peter Pan?
maybe 20 is a little less dramatic than what i made it out to be
but, how the fuck was i supposed to know, if when you left i was still grasping at 16
i kept the letter, you know?
its castaway...
in the old camouflage bag next to the gum packages and the history textbook
If you tell me
to wait for you by the stairs one last time
and i follow through, just for old time's sake
are we walking backwards, to cover the cracks?
or are we just chasing neverland?
I could ask all the stars headed down the highway
to put a curse on you, so you couldn't help it but remember me, the very same way i remember you
or at least, to get out those last thougths of me in your head that weren't bad
and bring them to me
and in exchange, they can bring you back every single feeling behind the way that i acted
(this was very long and cheesy sorry, but also very personal to me SJDNFJ)
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