How can you spend your whole childhood Living a few doors down from your sibling, Your enemy and your hero, Your greatest foe and worst friend, And then suddenly All at once and out of nowhere It's over?
Your room isn't the same anymore The walls are bare and your bed empty I realize I haven't seen your face in ages And we haven't talked in months I wish we could stay just a hallways distance away
In my dreams we are still kids And just a few doors down
I hate that we don't talk as much anymore
Why does becoming an adult mean leaving who we were behind?
Can't we just stay here a bit longer so I don't forget the way your name tastes as it leaves my lips?