maybe its the color of my walls that i don't remember
or the size of my bed that seems so off
but i can barely fit back into this small town mold.
and breaking away from it all has really thrown me off
especially after i told you that i was too busy to say 'i love you' every day
and that alcohol just seemed like more fun.
this college town has manipulated me into believing that
back home, friends are irrelevant and all that matters is now.
well now is over and
there's no one to call when i'm sad
because all of my friends exist in only one place in this world
and that place is empty in the summer.