I met your mom and I was glad I stopped my habits.
I went there and got a free coffee; I was glad I was late.
I went to Brayden's party and was sad I wasn't 18.

I didn't think someone like that could fake it;
she faked it well.
The friend helped but still she mentioned
you.

Your life was like my Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants book;
so beautiful I'm afraid to bend the spine;
so scared am I that I never take it out of the shelf
that something will happen.
So I keep you in my heart
and never take you out.

But I'll move on with your name,
once in a while looking at that yearbook.

But its the middle of July now
and you're not coming back,
and neither is Grad night.