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.

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