Let’s be 22 Again

Let’s be 22 again so you can call me and ask what we are?. Let’s go back less than five years so I can say I want you now.
Let’s be 22 again so I can meet you before she did; before they did. Breaking your heart like their mothers didn’t teach them better. Advising you into the dark like they didn’t know wise men said otherwise.
Let’s meet at the top of the stairs but don’t take my bag this time; hold my hands instead and as we walk to the photo booth, let’s kiss when they scream cheese.
Let’s buy that bucket of chicken, but I won’t take it home; let’s have it at the back seat of your mom’s car; we’ll mess it up but let’s not worry about it.
Let’s talk for several hours, but you’ll end it with I love you, and I’ll say it back. Let’s be young again before they stole our innocence and made us survivors in our little minds.
Let’s go on dates and say we’re more than friends. You’d give the rich man laugh, and I’ll be sassy and witty.

Let’s be 28 afterward so you can finally say I love you and stay. This time your heart wouldn’t know the ego it embraces. Let’s sit on the brown couch beside the flowers, and you’d say I want you now.
Let’s watch the mind movies, and I’d never be gone girl. Let’s go on first older dates and take pictures where we curse at the camera cause it doesn’t know our angles right. Let’s play my favorite song and dance as you translate its meaning. Let’s be more understanding when you make your demands. Let’s put my desires into consideration.
Let’s talk with kindness, so we don’t fight about him. Let’s listen with intention, so we don’t break apart because of her.

But let’s be 22 again, we’d grow to 28, and it’ll be us till 95. Let’s be 22 again, so I won’t lie about printed papers in August. We’d pick another night in April where words hurt less, and egos don’t bruise. Let’s do it so it’ll be us on my first flight, and we won’t wear our favorite sweatshirts apart.
Let’s be 22 again, so you wouldn’t be the one that got away. Let’s be 22 one more time so my dreams would come true; we’d have two kids in a country where it snows.

“Let’s be 22 again.