Thanks for Growing up with Me

We met up at the bottom of Sanjon I locked my bike up to a pole You were waiting where the storm drain meets the sea I was wearing the Patagucci shirt you got for me You asked what have I been up to? More of the same, just without you But really every creak I hear in bed I hope it's you coming up the steps You rubbed your eyes and said it's really good to see me And your tear drop fell onto my knee I still feel wet there eternally Said your therapist thinks you might have ADHD And we both broke out in sobbing laughter at life's absurdity And I regret that the whole time, we never took off our sunglasses I wish we had I wanna know what your eyes looked like so bad On that late afternoon Tuesday, I didn't know what to expect No, it didn't hit me till I left That this was the last time we'd ever talk like this... You know, we'll let months pass by with no communication Maybe cross paths in some accidentally awkward situation Then a year will pass with only cordial happy birthday texts Then you'll find a serious partner and our relationship will Become the template you measure against Or a fond memory at best No, it didn't hit me till I left That this was the last time we'd ever talk like this Oh we were just 19 and we fell in love hard and fast At 22 in Honduras counting on just each other and our backpacks By 23 we're moving into our first shared bedroom And I'm watching you paint the walls baby blue Retired in the Rose City, too young for the Holy Grail Always going out for brunch and a garage sale Then our big move back to California, beginning of the end But I just thought this is what the good life looked like at 27 Restoring an old camping trailer through endless trips to Lowes Or hungover sunny Sundays making you breakfast burritos Or grabbing your hips in the empty aisles of Trader Joes Of course, pushing you into waves at Mondo's But no, tonight will be the loneliest of my life I feel that rotten homesick feeling all the time The same I'd get in Kindergarten sleepovers at Kris' But now I can't just call my mom to come pick me up and fix this No, it all came pouring in when I left That this was the last time for a lot of things It'd be so much easier to hate you Regret the day I decided to date you And replace sadness with resentment and booze But I don't want to live like that I'm happy for and proud of you I think we really lived it up, babe I cherish all that we've been through So thanks for growing up with me these seven or eight years You were my best friend, I'm gonna miss you