I miss being together with you
Singing loud songs on the bus
(Which I used to really hate)
Or just napping through the ride
I miss getting to know you
Late at night in the hostel
Bothering staff with our racket
And sharing things we never could
I miss spending six weeks with you
On the summer trip of a lifetime
24/7 without being tired of you
Even with the volume of your voice
But I’m glad we became best friends
Though we can’t see each other daily
I’m terrible at keeping in touch
Yet it wasn’t a problem with you
So now when we hang out
We’ve made some new traditions
Like watching bad horror movies
And cleaning up “our” room
Funny how it all started
I thought I would hate you
You thought you’d hate me
But somewhere along the line
We became best friends for life
It led to countless sleepovers
And fun times I’d never have guessed
It started in our bunk on the trip
And continues with Monday phone calls
Even if you say “legit”
And other things I used to hate
You are a box of memories
That I’d never give away
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