something's missing,

missing is the nights you don't remember,
but you know must have been good.

missing is times when boyfriends wern't an option,
and we would laugh about how many people we had kissed.

missing is the feeling of the morning dew on the grass,
running along the soles of your sore, dirty feet.

missing is watching the sun rise through the suburbs,
watching buisness people on their way to battle through the nine-to-five.