Mangos

I went to the mall to return my body

But they told me it'd been more than 30 days

I went to the beach to get more happy

But I cried the whole vacation away

I always wanted to see the world

But as I stand here on this old cobblestone

I realize I wish I was back in grade school

Playing in my neighbor's front lawn

And with all these miles clocked under my belt

Oh, I hardly miss you

I just miss myself

I used to hope for the window seat

And I'd admire all the clouds below me

Now I pay extra for the aisle

And all I got is this irrational worry

Just when it gets to the perfect length

I know that I am gonna wanna chop my hair

Sitting in a charming European square

I learn that sadness can find you anywhere

In the evening I'm convinced that I might die

When the morning comes I'm glad I'm still alive

And with all these miles clock under my belt

Oh, I hardly miss you

I just miss myself

When I was a kid, I hated mangos

Now I sit on an Italian park bench

Wondering where did all the time go

Sticky mango juice dripping down my chin

And in that moment I realized how much I have the capacity to change

Tears went streaming down my face cause

Maybe I don't have to die this way