there was this thing about how
somehow things are better now
like how when i go back
they stay exactly the same
except everything is legal
(wow that sounds horrible.)
and we seem to actually have developed
a form of communication.
i hate how songs bring everything back to you
i hate how i can go look up something
and miss the very part of you that i totally hated,
just miss the reason to complain.
i hate how jealous i am of everyone still there
even though i know for sure i need to be here.
i hate that i want to tell you first
or i need to get your opinion
but one of us is busy.
i hate how i'm not allowed to cry anymore
because i'm not in "the room".
i hate how i'm crying now.
"but the only thing i really miss is being the first one you see
when morning opens up the skies
you see me when daylight opens up your eyes."
