You are 17 laughing in the grocery store until you blink
Skating through the bends of time\'s ice skating rink
Your first boyfriend\'s number still haunts your phone
Not because you loved him but because he was home
And if true love knocked would you even answer?
Sometimes staring at the floor seems so much better
Because the floor has the pattern of your mother\'s old closet
That mason jar of coins and rusted over locket
To smell the salt that lingers in Summer air
Is to remember the first time you accepted a dare
It\'s not even that the past was all that much better
It\'s that the present feels fleeting so you\'d rather remember