Mangos
I went to the mall to return my body
But they told me it'd been more than 30 days
I went to the beach to get more happy
But I cried the whole vacation away
I always wanted to see the world
But as I stand here on this old cobblestone
I realize I wish I was back in grade school
Playing in my neighbor's front lawn
And with all these miles clocked under my belt
Oh, I hardly miss you
I just miss myself
I used to hope for the window seat
And I'd admire all the clouds below me
Now I pay extra for the aisle
And all I got is this irrational worry
Just when it gets to the perfect length
I know that I am gonna wanna chop my hair
Sitting in a charming European square
I learn that sadness can find you anywhere
In the evening I'm convinced that I might die
When the morning comes I'm glad I'm still alive
And with all these miles clock under my belt
Oh, I hardly miss you
I just miss myself
When I was a kid, I hated mangos
Now I sit on an Italian park bench
Wondering where did all the time go
Sticky mango juice dripping down my chin
And in that moment I realized how much I have the capacity to change
Tears went streaming down my face cause
Maybe I don't have to die this way
But they told me it'd been more than 30 days
I went to the beach to get more happy
But I cried the whole vacation away
I always wanted to see the world
But as I stand here on this old cobblestone
I realize I wish I was back in grade school
Playing in my neighbor's front lawn
And with all these miles clocked under my belt
Oh, I hardly miss you
I just miss myself
I used to hope for the window seat
And I'd admire all the clouds below me
Now I pay extra for the aisle
And all I got is this irrational worry
Just when it gets to the perfect length
I know that I am gonna wanna chop my hair
Sitting in a charming European square
I learn that sadness can find you anywhere
In the evening I'm convinced that I might die
When the morning comes I'm glad I'm still alive
And with all these miles clock under my belt
Oh, I hardly miss you
I just miss myself
When I was a kid, I hated mangos
Now I sit on an Italian park bench
Wondering where did all the time go
Sticky mango juice dripping down my chin
And in that moment I realized how much I have the capacity to change
Tears went streaming down my face cause
Maybe I don't have to die this way
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