Checked my list, realized I've done half the things I wanted to
Got a few cents to save before I leave this place
Atleast I get to claim that through all the terrible thoughts,
Through all the turmoil and self hate

So we get to the point of the goodbyes,
In the next couple of years, the kids I sung my heart out with
I won't want to look at their faces
Haven't got a problem with letting you go,

I can let go of all the times we shared,
Sparklers, skateboards, late nights in the rain.
Too cold, too numb, too happy to feel.
We spin, we kiss, we cry.
Felt alive, even.
But I won't miss you, though I may think about you.