We climbed the hill, made poetry as the day wound down. I craved loud, and giant crowds, and lights downtown. I felt young, younger than I’d ever felt before, and those nights felt like home. Take off your shoes and lock the door.
I was dumb, sleeping where I shouldn’t be. I was racing underground, too high and too fast to see that I felt love. Or at least something that I hadn’t felt before, but I guess I should’ve gone home. Took off my shoes and locked the door.
Now all my friends are gone, and I haven’t felt that way in years. Five years gone like a breath, and I can’t just fill it up with weed, food, and beer, but you know I’ll try. I feel older than I’ve ever felt before. I want to go home. I'll leave all my vices at the door.
I’m trapped in one place, it doesn’t matter where I go. Everyone else has moved on, finding love and playing shows, and I feel stuck. More stuck than I’ve ever felt before. I want more.
I feel old, older than I’ve ever felt before. I feel old, burn my shoes, break down the door. I feel so old. I feel so goddamn old.
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