Burning Old Maps

Everybody says,

"Don't you miss being young?"

...Which part? (THE GOOD PART!) Could you be more specific?

(ALL OF IT!)

Absolutely not.

I had twenty bucks like it was twenty grand,

No backup plan 'cause I barely had a plan.

Wrong girl, wrong job,

wrong side of town,

Still walked through the door like I owned the ground.

Thought every bad idea deserved one try,

Thought sleep was optional,

somehow survived. People see pictures and say,

"Man, what a time!"

Yeah—you weren't there.

I DON'T MISS MINE.

I DON'T MISS THE OLD ME!

He didn't know where the hell he'd go.

(BUT HE HAD FUN!) Yeah,

occasionally! I DON'T WANT THE OLD DAYS BACK!

Keep the memories, I'll keep what I have.

He had fire, I'll give him that— But I don't need the

wreck JUST TO GET THE FIRE BACK!

I was confident mostly from not knowing shit,

Amazing how fearless ignorance gets.

Had no money but expensive mistakes,

Burned good bridges just to see what they'd take.

Old me says— (YOU GOT BORING!) I got smarter.

(YOU GOT CAREFUL!) I got farther.

(WE HAD DREAMS!) I STILL DO!

(THEN WHAT'D YOU KEEP?)

The part of me

that never listened to you.

(COME BACK!

COME BACK!) No.

(ONE MORE NIGHT!) Absolutely not.

(YOU KNOW YOU MISS US!) I miss my knees.

But you weren't all wrong.

You believed before there was evidence.

You jumped before checking the distance.

You could look at nothing

and somehow see somewhere.

(Still can) Yeah.

I'm keeping that.

I DON'T MISS THE OLD ME!

But I brought a couple pieces along.

Keep his nerve, keep his ridiculous hope,

Leave every reason that everything went wrong.

I DON'T WANT THE OLD DAYS BACK!

Got new scars and a better map.

He lit the match— I LEARNED HOW TO KEEP IT BURNING!

(WE'RE

STILL HERE!) Parts of you.

(WE'RE STILL LOUD!) Unfortunately.

(ONE MORE BAD IDEA?)

...How bad? (THERE HE IS!) I don't miss him. (LIAR!)

Okay. Maybe ten percent.