In spite of how much I try,
my parents can’t seem to take me any longer.
I’m supposed to be whisked off to Virginia
to live with my grandparents.
I’ve never had much of a desire to go to the east coast,
and find it inferior to my own state.
But in giving into my depression,
I lost the opportunity for choice.
I won’t miss my parents as much as I’ll miss my friends,
I won’t miss my friends as much as I’ll miss my english teacher,
and I sure as hell won’t miss any of them as much as I’ll miss my rabbit.