Melatonin Owls One Step Back
Muted sounds and conversations
Floating through my mind
Flying discs and fluttering Vs
Right above our heads
Missing contacts, notebook numbers
Group chats, nameless faces
All these archived convos
Maybe we'll meet again
The games we played there
The songs we sang there
It may have been gone
But it's in my head
A drawing with some words
Letters spelling out my past
Dusty bags and rusted lockers
Education's nevermore
Rain falls so softly
As nostalgia creeps upon me
Memories long forgotten
Lost and found for my friends
The games we played there
The songs we sang there
It may have been gone
But it's in my head
But I'll still think back
To better days in the past
It may have been gone
But I'll still think back
To better days in the past
