I’m tired and relatively stressed; I think this is the product of that combination:
We’ll miss this all one day.
It’ll be bitter and it’ll be sweet,
And it’ll be everything in between.
We’ll move on.
And then we’ll be left with
Those memories and feelings,
Words and their hidden meanings.
It doesn’t all make sense right now,
Somehow that’s okay.
Just tell me the gates will remain open
So we can come back again one day
We’ll come back when we need to find
A blurry inside joke or a vague compliment,
The small things we never meant to leave behind.
The small things we thought we’d never leave behind.
These small things have gathered dust in every room
But we’ll brush it off and we’ll remember
Then we’ll leave again holding the things we’d forgotten
I say ‘we’ll come back’ and you say ‘we’ll see’
I suppose that’s alright
So long as you don’t forget me.
Have a good night, campers.