I miss being care free
we hear it all the time, you never know how good you have it
but what if you do know? is that pain somehow justified now?
that's a hard question
I miss being care free

I miss those butterflies
when you looked at me, you looked at my imperfections
and you never looked away, they turned into my perfections
your hand would graze mine, the butterflies went wild
I miss those butterflies

I miss those laughs
the ones when the wind stole my breath away
when my eyes found darkness from squeezing shut, i love that
we grabbed our stomachs, the only pain that made us laugh harder
I miss those laughs

Its okay to miss those things
i have those memories, i have those forever
all the places my feet traveled, the places my hands touched
i get to keep all of those, and that makes this okay.