Once I learned the word “logarithm” in high school, I wanted to turn everything.
And no girl every turned me down. I thought it was weird.
So we just danced and played Mario Cart and went to caves and Maze
To our heart’s delight!
Oh, I long for those days.
Like the summer of ’97.
And running cutting hay running cutting hay and running cutting hay.
More than nine miles a day every day running before I cut hay.
Half-marathons my pleasure, but life turned darker far later.
And I wish that I had those days again. When crushes were easy.
Girls actually responded a letter.
Letter for letter, girls responded a letter. But not anymore.
And we had Homecoming games and homecoming dances.
Homecoming queens and Homecoming homework.
But I still remember those days, as though they were yesterday.
And I still remember those days as though they were yesterday.
Homecomings and long hours dancing.