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Some sort of Benjamin Button, I guess

I felt so grown at fifteen

Hungover, trying not to slip on the ice

While I walked with Mom's card to the grocery

My old friends picked scabs from my arms

The lesions were just like the pharmacy

Open 24 hours

Always feeling like some sort of home to me

Now I know how to drive

And I drive in the dark

And I'm slightly night-blind

But I'm trying so hard not to go against traffic

Or forget the feet that I walked with

I know the street names

And I'm getting the hang of the cardinal directions

I'm trying to learn the lay of this town

Before I move out of it

And you've taught me these are things to be proud of

And you taught me I shouldn't feel ashamed