Into It. Over It. What's Written On Your Wrist
A five day hospital stay
And I was truly worried
Until I heard you just complain, complain, complain
About your exchange with the pavement
And now it's you on crutches at your parents house
With sympathy from daytime TV
Camped out on their couch
Save for everything you've learned this year
What do you think of now, on the ground?
Did you say "seriously, is this the new me?"
Written on your wrist, it has to be
Huddled with the wrong best friend
A boy with a girls name
I can't believe you really wanted it this way
With sympathy from routine and a boring personality
Save for everything you've learned this year
What do you think of now?
Do you wish it was how it was last year
Or have your memories all worn down to the ground?
To the ground...
