I think why it's tough Is because my memories with you are more than vivid enough It's like last summer was yesterday And then I remember moving and I remember college and it becomes so far away I look at the bucket list and it all seems fake The picnics, arepas, bean hollow,strip PKs.. even our time in the Michigan lakes
I hang with other people and am truly having so much fun It's just that there is something gnawing at my heart telling me I'm missing someone
Time passed and I thought I missed the idea of you But now I'm beginning to realize what is really true That maybe it's not the idea it's the you that i miss maybe the other people that have walked into my life don't cut it not because they aren't like you but because they aren't you
And I wish instead of writing poems I could write raps So maybe there would be an end to the song instead of an unending prose that has and will go on so long