take all your gold and you go

i meant to write about you on your birthday
but if you're out partying right now, then you probably think that it still is your birthday
or maybe i just came to that conclusion as an excuse for myself
because i never sleep; therefore, it is still your birthday to me

i've never known what to say
tonite's the night
happy 17th birthday

those twelve words stood for the everything that i never said
it's been well over 300 days and i still don't know what to say
you told me that you're still playing the impossible game
fuck that
you're 17 years old
when are you going to grow up and put on your own pair of shoes?
your dad's shoes may fit but they're really not your style
here i go again
thinking that you're the same best friend i had over a year ago

"how are you old friend?"

i guess you always knew just what to say
and to think that i still fucking miss you