Postcards

We're growing up. And we can't stop this. And all I hear is the voice of Hoppus singing "Going Away To College". And if I'm being honest, I'm a little bit upset That we never even got to go on tour before we left. I packed my guts into this suitcase With just a handful of extra picks and a little bit of toothpaste, Because that's all I'll need when I'm halfway across the country. It's time to leave, but can I come back in a month please? Maybe I should keep my head up. Maybe this isn't a bad thing. Maybe I'll just sort of disappear and everyone will forget me. I keep telling myself that leaving your friends behind is normal. But if there's sixteen-thousand kids on campus, Then why do I feel so alone? How's Chicago doing? Is she better? Does she miss me? I'm a thousand miles away. It's like a part of me is missing. Is she getting all my postcards? Is she even fucking listening? I would kill to spend just one more night On the pier over Lake Michigan. But, hey. I'm a thousand miles away. And shit never looked so gray. I'm a thousand miles away. But I'll be back again someday. I'll be home in a few days.