I'm nostalgic for a time that's not yet over,
The low hum glow of my phone,
Playing a new,
Chill band I found on Youtube at 3am.
Car ride,
With music blasting my eardrums,
While the shadows of trees cast on my face,
And warm air caresses my cheeks.
My hand on the wheel,
Of my mothers subaru,
Driving through school parking lots.
Lying on the grass,
Looking at the lake,
The sun sets,
And I experience a calm like no other.
"Hi!" I wave,
Another party,
New faces,
Music,
Friends.
More drives,
More music,
I pray this never ends
Cool day,
Sitting in this dressing room
Girls attack me with fits of laughter,
Begging for jokes,
For stories.
Asking me for anything,
To make them feel valued.
"My dad is horrible"
"My parents are divorced"
"I heard Anya cuts herself"
I give them advice,
Pretend that I'm wise,
Even though I'm trying to figure it all out myself.
Dark,
Stars,
Chill,
Night.
Sitting on swings,
Talking to you,
About our entire lives.
I'm nostalgic,
For a time thats not yet over.
But I'll be so devasted when it is.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
I'm nostalgic for a time that's not yet over,
The low hum glow of my phone,
Playing a new,
Chill band I found on Youtube at 3am.
Car ride,
With music blasting my eardrums,
While the shadows of trees cast on my face,
And warm air caresses my cheeks.
My hand on the wheel,
Of my mothers subaru,
Driving through school parking lots.
Lying on the grass,
Looking at the lake,
The sun sets,
And I experience a calm like no other.
"Hi!" I wave,
Another party,
New faces,
Music,
Friends.
More drives,
More music,
I pray this never ends
Cool day,
Sitting in this dressing room
Girls attack me with fits of laughter,
Begging for jokes,
For stories.
Asking me for anything,
To make them feel valued.
"My dad is horrible"
"My parents are divorced"
"I heard Anya cuts herself"
I give them advice,
Pretend that I'm wise,
Even though I'm trying to figure it all out myself.
Dark,
Stars,
Chill,
Night.
Sitting on swings,
Talking to you,
About our entire lives.
I'm nostalgic,
For a time thats not yet over.
But I'll be so devasted when it is.
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