I can picture how it looks
A small room, a bookshelf with no books
A staircase going up, with rooms filled with who knows what
And a staircase going down filled with people who no longer know their way around

They're bumping into one another, and I find myself doing the same
kissing all the wrong people, trying to remember my name

A year has passed and so have I
The phase of partying until 2:00 has left me high and dry
Because I find myself awake for different reasons
dreaming of my future as I change with the seasons

Passing through the hot and cold,
passing my classes- doing as told
I've changed who I am now
Although that life will always be apart of me
My interests have changed, but I hope you can still see

The small room with a bookshelf and no books
The staircase going up, with rooms filled with who knows what
And that staircase going down filled with people who didn't know their way around
I hope you still see me, and everything we once used to be
And know I still care, even though I'm no longer there