'i think she's pretty,' him beside me, 'no, she's just sweet,' the blue sky ahead, wall against our backs, 'yea, then who's pretty to you?' and he pulls away from the wall to face me, 'you. i think you're very pretty.'

and all i did then was laugh.
oh boy, i don't remember you. but when i put on songs that you sang to me, we sang together, i sang to you, i can't seem to forget you.
boy, you left me behind before i could hold on to you, how was that ever fair?

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