Tonight I say goodbye,
To the place that I grew up.
To the place in which I found myself.
To the place I learned the most.

Tonight I say goodbye,
To the place I feel at home.
To the place that makes me my best.
To the place that sets me free.

Tonight I say goodbye,
Because everything does end.
And it's time that I move on.
I might cry until I can't see,
I may miss this place in time.

Tonight I say goodbye.
But this place has made me who I am,
And I'll always be this person.
So this place will always be a part of me
No matter where I am.

I want to save you.
To take your hand and help you run.
But you haven't yet realized
That you need saving.

And if you had
You'd say you didn't need help.
I want to whisper in your ear,
"I'm here. I can help."

I know you'd think it crazy,
But you'd come around and then,
I think you'd smile and chase after me.

And only once we ran out of breath
You'd realize your problems got left behind.

That's it's just you and me,
Alone with our freedom,
To do anything we please.
And I'll have saved you.

I whisper to the dark,
Because it's the shelter I need.
I stare at the sky,
Because it's the freedom I crave.

I close my eyes to the ocean,
Because it's the inconsistency I hate.
I glare at the shadows,
Because they're the emptiness I bear.

I cry to the dandelions,
Because they're the youth that I've lost.
I shout at the clouds,
Because they're the oppression I fear.

I laugh to the stars,
Because they're the mysteries unsolved.
I curse at wishbones,
Because they're the lies I recall.

I bargain to numbers,
Because they're the inevitable I resist.
I flinch at street corners,
Because they're the openness I lack.

I'm surrounded by thoughts,
And I wish I could see the world
With eyes untainted by life.

The aloe to the sunburn
The blanket to the cold
The bandage on the cut
And the laughter to a joke

The you to me
You just make me better

Been left alone for so long,
I thought that I was crazy.
The memories I held-
Were sure to be forgotten,
By all the others in them.

And if I'm the only one
That really does remember.
Does it even make them real?
Or would they then,
Just be ingrained,
In my imagination?

That worrisome thought,
No longer relevant.
When you showed up
At my door;
To ask me if I too
Remembered those worn out
Memories.