It's Just Childish

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Justin
17
New York
Blogger at www.yesgoodmusic.com
We Are The Kids That Your Parents Warned You About

beforetheballoons:

Always hit the parties, didn’t worry ‘bout a backlash
Life full of problems, and I ain’t talking math class
Fightin’ every night, never needed that trash
Left just to come back, whole lot a packed bags

Sorority chick, didn’t really like it but did it in spite
of just to feel important and shit

Whenever I call now, you don’t even answer me,
You fold your arms across your chest and you don’t reach your hands for me,
What you don’t understand is that this relationship is my air to breathe,
And I don’t care to see you treating it carelessly.

Around the same time a fake doctor cured me of my Senioritis
I thought forever would be gone too soon
Until we leaned into a breeze that we agreed
Was a leap into something deeper
Barely breathing on the floor of my room
Get your umbrellas out
Because it’s Breakup Season
And for a bunch of long weekends
It was all that I knew
Familiar ground kicked off of my shoes
Said the mornings are hard
When waking up’s not a cause for alarm
I wrote it off saying
You are my favorite miracle
I’ll hold your head up when these times get terrible
But I know I don’t have to give my prayers to you
Because I know we’ll make it through whatever happens
Head caught up in a loss from a different day
We all have memories we wish we could eliminate
But I’ll be fighting give or take
Flip my life upside down trying to reciprocate
Die for your dreams you won’t even feel it
Yeah and smile for the little things below
Saying climb up those trees until you’re comfortable leaving
And when you leave be sure to let it all go
Saying I don’t know why
This got to my mind
Just another goodbye
Ends a story we wrote.

Now, why you gotta be so proud?
Why you always wanna keep me down?
Take a bow, let them tears pour
Maybe then you’ll think of before
before we grew so far 
And dangerously comfortable
Way before these other assholes
And the anger that we’re holdin’ back
Way before we blocked our numbers
And deleted photographs
There was a time
When I felt like I wasn’t up in the middle
Of a wasteland