Reverse Homesickness
This was one vacation
That shouldn't have ended
It came at the perfect time
Exactly when I needed it most
But when I think about it
Now at my house, in my bed
I feel like crying an ocean just as big
As the one that I spent the last two days in
Not because of something bad
Because it was the most perfect
Days that I have ever had
In my life
To catch you up
I'm suffering from
Reverse homesickness
Cuz I spent the last couple of days
With the one person
Who Knows me inside and out
Who I can be myself around
In the car, music blasting
Windows down, sun shining
On the beach, girls tanning
Water crashing, sand between
Our toes, my camera flashing
Everywhere we go
In the room, TV on
In the background
Internet connected
Checking our vitals now
Conversations carrying on
All night long
When it comes down to it
I would rather be sleeping
On the floor of my best friend’s room
Than in my own bed
With boredom and loneliness
Flowing through my head
I just don't want to grow up
But if I have to
I need my best friend here with me
To be scared with me
To fuck up, to triumph
And to complain with me
So call it guy love
Or a bromance
But they don't understand
How much I love you, man
So I think I'll be fine
Knowing that 7 digits
Is all that's separating
Me from our next visit
That shouldn't have ended
It came at the perfect time
Exactly when I needed it most
But when I think about it
Now at my house, in my bed
I feel like crying an ocean just as big
As the one that I spent the last two days in
Not because of something bad
Because it was the most perfect
Days that I have ever had
In my life
To catch you up
I'm suffering from
Reverse homesickness
Cuz I spent the last couple of days
With the one person
Who Knows me inside and out
Who I can be myself around
In the car, music blasting
Windows down, sun shining
On the beach, girls tanning
Water crashing, sand between
Our toes, my camera flashing
Everywhere we go
In the room, TV on
In the background
Internet connected
Checking our vitals now
Conversations carrying on
All night long
When it comes down to it
I would rather be sleeping
On the floor of my best friend’s room
Than in my own bed
With boredom and loneliness
Flowing through my head
I just don't want to grow up
But if I have to
I need my best friend here with me
To be scared with me
To fuck up, to triumph
And to complain with me
So call it guy love
Or a bromance
But they don't understand
How much I love you, man
So I think I'll be fine
Knowing that 7 digits
Is all that's separating
Me from our next visit