Well,
I'd like to think I'm a mess you'd wear with pride
Like some empty dress on the bed you've laid out for tonight.
Maybe I'll tell you sometime.
And you were right.
You were right.
Outside by your doorstep,
In a worn out suit and tie,
I'll wait
For you to come down,
Where you'll find me,
Where we'll shine.
Homecoming needs a post, but then, Homecoming posts are tricky, because wording is never easy for things like this. We could talk about dresses or hair or nails. We could talk about blue and black bows, or Haley and Taylor doing my hair and makeup in thirty minutes total like professionals; or we could talk about swim meets and doing my nails on deck with Lyssa and Bridget (who didn't completely put the cover back on the acetone. Thanks). We could talk about the 80's and glowing beads. We could talk about awkward people who match when they shouldn't and say sweet things when they, again, shouldn't; we could talk about other sweet people who pull off black ties nicely and give you butterflies. We could talk chicken parmesan; we could talk webcams. Heels that hurt; glitter and low lights and dancing.
We could talk about a lot, really.
But that's Homecoming for you, isn't it?
Like some empty dress on the bed you've laid out for tonight.
Maybe I'll tell you sometime.
And you were right.
You were right.
Outside by your doorstep,
In a worn out suit and tie,
I'll wait
For you to come down,
Where you'll find me,
Where we'll shine.
Homecoming needs a post, but then, Homecoming posts are tricky, because wording is never easy for things like this. We could talk about dresses or hair or nails. We could talk about blue and black bows, or Haley and Taylor doing my hair and makeup in thirty minutes total like professionals; or we could talk about swim meets and doing my nails on deck with Lyssa and Bridget (who didn't completely put the cover back on the acetone. Thanks). We could talk about the 80's and glowing beads. We could talk about awkward people who match when they shouldn't and say sweet things when they, again, shouldn't; we could talk about other sweet people who pull off black ties nicely and give you butterflies. We could talk chicken parmesan; we could talk webcams. Heels that hurt; glitter and low lights and dancing.
We could talk about a lot, really.
But that's Homecoming for you, isn't it?