As I look around this small bar in town

I see my high school bully

And I see my best friend

I feel so comfortable and at home

Because I know this town better than I know myself

I have memories planted at every inch

The flowers bloom but I don’t change at all

Except for the need to leave

I fall asleep dreaming about Colorado mountains

And California beaches

I think about bartending in South Carolina

And wrangling horses in Montana

The opportunities are endless

And yet so far out of grasp

I worry I’ll be here forever

Smoking the same cigarette pack on repeat

Borrowing the same lighter from my high school sweetheart

My Mama’s best friend says I look pretty tonight

And a stranger asks if I’m from here

I always say “sadly” because I’ve never known anything more

Only the curves on every backroad

And the empty parking lots where we smoked weed

This is it,

My world,

A world so small I feel so big

But maybe,

If I could pack up and survive 17 hours

I could finally reach a place

Where all I feel is small