The Life of a Teenager

I close my eyes
And pretend that
If I blast my
Music loud enough
That when I open them
I'll be back home

On a bus with
Leeky and Austin
With people who
Know the difference
Between a New York
And South Jersey accent

I miss
Having inside
Jokes with
Kells and Alli
Even if
They weren't
Always the
Best friends

I miss
Michael knocking on
The door to
Ask if I wanted
To come out
And play

Lamar's big mouth
Talking trash and
Climbing trees
Richard's dark eyes
Piercing my soul and
Asking silent questions

Now I sit
Surrounded by
Southerners as they talk
About stuff I didn't know

Last year,
When--------------I was in New Jersey
Everything---------------was perfect
Made------------------------easy, perfect
Sense

I miss
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