I miss the smell of leather and coffee
when my mom was driving me to school.
And I miss thinking I was a badass
for texting in class; I'm breaking all the rules.
And I miss the way we were
when we fought for things we didn't know for sure.
And I even miss puberty,
when everyone else was as confused as me.
And I miss when getting a B in history
was the biggest concern on my mind,
not whether my degree is obsolete.
I miss the awkward parties
where the guys and girls broke into separate camps.
And I miss freaking out before a concert
and proudly bearing my "under 18" stamp.
And I miss all the stupid rumors
and when people still got my sense of humor
and the tension when the phone would ring
and getting all worked up over the dumbest things.
And I miss having a heart attack
when the girl I like-liked texted me back,
not hoping she don't want to sleep alone.
And I miss my fresh-faced effervescence
in the happy nightmare of adolescence.
Now I'm one of the adults I used to scorn.
We're not the kids that we used to be,
sneaking R-rated movies and drinking Arizona Tea.
I didn't ask to grow up, but it's happening.
So soak up every minute,
cuz you don't know it's the time of your life when you're in it,
and, by the time you look up,
it'll be gone.