“Can I get a hell yeah?” I proclaim,
I need a response to know I’m not a shit stain
I get it again, they give me a chant
And I suppose at this point I really can’t faceplant
The 1 AM return across George Street
Is becoming as familiar as not feeling my face on the way back.
How in the hell did I sweat through two different shirts tonight..?
When the soul gets its diploma
And moves away from the little town they grew up with.
Will it ever grow homesick of the solar system?
Things do not die, but no graduation is the same.
“Hundreds of friends in sight,
There’s no shoulder to cry on.
This isn’t the first I’ve felt scared, alone, in crowds like this
And it won’t be the last.”
I feel like Harry Potter in his first potions class, If the cauldrons were filled with Henny and Dr. Pepper. … More