It's a yellow slide
And our matching swings,
Four bare feet
Dangling in the wind.
We carved our names
in the backyard tree.
I'd lock you out the truck.
You still haven't forgave me.
We'd spend our days
With kickballs, calling for cars.
We'd spend our nights
Counting fireflies in our jars.
And nothing mattered
But our scraped knees
Staying on the block
And climbing trees
And nothing mattered but you and me.
Now we're so far away
From that sixth avenue heartbreak
Remember the paper mistletoe
You refused to take?
I spent my life
Watching you be the best
Now you're going to college
And I've already left
My last day
I felt so guilty
I knew I abandoned you
Hope you forgive me
Guess we'll never spend
Our days again as carefree
As our childhood days
Trying to climb that tree
And nothing matters
But your phone calls
Making sure you're okay
And random trips to the mall
And nothing matters
But being your best friend
And being the older sister
You can believe in
And nothing matters but you and me.
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