The interstate flying by, the destination nearing,
Though it's only 12 AM, we are getting weary.
We break at dawn to start our journey,
Living off McD's and dining hall food.

Running around, thinking that it's all just a dream,
But I'm spending the night alone in a dorm,
and I'm starting to see a common theme.
 

That I'm not safe for much longer,
I have to grow up and out.
And soon I'm out of my house,
With only a PB & J to my name.

My palms are getting a little sweaty,
Because being an adult can be heavy,
I'm getting nearer to staying away.

Looking at degrees used to seem like a breeze,
When we're driving together across the nation.
But I'm starting to feel the pressure,
Because the fear is too much to measure,
When on this road trip to separation.