Midterms

I never thought I'd miss it all so much
The friends we lost by simply growing up
Old memories fade and your state school takes their place
But honestly eighth grade wasn't all that bad
It wasn't all that bad

When Emilie and I
Used to listen to the crickets on school nights
But a memory won't satisfy
What's due at 11:59

When Emilie and I
Used to listen to the crickets on school nights
But a memory won't satisfy
What's due at 11:59

The screen is blank and I've nothing to say
A midterm paper, ten percent of my grade
But I can't pretend to be one hundred percent of me
Because I left so much at home
And to be honest, thirteenth grade isn't all it's made to be



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Writer(s): Michael Seybold
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