Hallway Conversations

(ooh) Your side of the room is quiet now,

And somehow the house feels too big.

No more midnight therapy sessions,

No more asking, "Okay,

so what did he mean by this?"

We used to stay up way too late,

Talking like the world could wait.

You’d tell me all your drama,

I’d tell you mine,

And somehow we’d laugh until we cried.

I miss the way you'd sit on my bed,

And turn every bad day into something we could laugh at instead.

I miss your voice down the hallway,

Calling my name just to tell me something

you’d forget by the next day.

Who am I supposed to call

When I need a little sister-to-sister therapy?

Who’s gonna analyze the boy

Who texted me "hey" at 2:03?

I know you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be,

But part of me

still wants you home with me.

Now you’re somewhere chasing your dreams,

Making memories that don’t include me.

And I’m so proud,

yeah, I really am—

But I wish college didn’t have to mean

You’re not down the hall when I need you.

Because growing up sounds beautiful

Until you realize it means

Missing the person who made growing up easier.

So go chase your dreams,

Go find your people,

go become who you’re meant to be.

I’ll be right here,

saving every story For when you come back home to me.

And maybe when you walk through that door,

We’ll stay up talking like we did before.

You’ll tell me all about your life,

And I’ll tell you mine.

Because no matter how far you go,

Or how much this little house changes,

You’ll always be my favorite person

To laugh with

after midnight.

(after midnight...)