"six short weeks" by bowie savoie

Boxes, loading
Bags of clothing
Packing up the rest of your life
18 summers
Come and gone
Showing up and moving on
keep the thoughts and all the rest runs.
signs point towards the smallest town
get on out, look around
know you'll never be the same.
slap the bumper, call it home
now they've gotta hit the road
For the first time you've been left all alone.
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And the rhythm of your life begins to drastically fade.
When you change do you nullify the memories made?
Losing step in the dance you've lived your whole life
Just six short weeks, and rearranged
To fill the hole that I have made
By leaving over choosing to stay
I remain,
I remain.
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There's never been a part of me that

misses something drastically
or cries over the smallest rhings
but bump into my brother
with empty talks and longer stares
when did I get smaller?
Theyre growing up without me there.
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some things stick and some things fade
which stairs will creak when you stay up late
where the puppy lays, which chair is mine
The shower head's just not as strong and nowhere feels like I belong
like a puzzle piece without its box
I am lost,
I am lost.
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There always something small in me
that wishes I was happy
But takes away those thoughts and words
I'll always search the carpet floor
For memories made with paper
I find all of the teary sheets
From crying over my reciepts
A tag from shopping with my mom
Knowing that's where I belong
but I go back and everything's wrong.
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now we're settled in
stinging nettle
every step is worsening pain

trash the comfort that
Got us all here
For a chance at being liked the right way
When will something stay the same?
When will I feel ready for change?
When will things start being okay?
When will I feel found in the place?
I hope I can remain someday.
I hope I am retained someday.
I hope that day could be
Today