girl, you're growing up.
the faces in the pictures on the fridge,
my how they have aged with time.
4 haircolors later, 3 ex-boyfriends wiser, 250 less brain cells, 3 years since i left home.
am i what i wanted to be when i grow up?
have i set my childhood memories in the view-only archive of my life?
will another summer pass us by in this house,
another chapter in a book we have written all too quickly?
what was it about these streets that amazed us so?
we're here, we've made it.
and all the luster has dimmed.
i wait for that day, years from now,
where i will be walking down the street,
back on a litte mini-vacation to visit old friends,
tanned from the florida sun,
and glowing with an essence that i acquired through living the life i had dreamed about;
a guy i married waiting for me,
in a car i never thought i could afford
if you had asked me years ago.
and there you will be,
walking up the sidewalk eating a bagel,
handsome in your business suit,
hair shorter,
head held higher.
a passing glance,
a double take.
can it be?
yes, yes, it is.
recognition.
"hey"
the thoughts that run through your head,
upon seeing this person after so many years
the uneasy conversation,
and where to start?
when you've missed half a lifetime.
small talk,
admiring how he looks
wondering what brought him back here.
and all these years,
without a call
i just wondered if you were ok...
if life was treating you fair.
if you'd managed to get caught up on your bills.
its been 5, 6? years and your bills still come to my house
but you, you've stopped calling
the random emails have subsided.
even your memory could use some polishing.
and i LOATHED you,
but still i often thought
does he eat enough?
does someone love him?
has he finally made it behind the tables, in front of a crowd, the way he dreamed?
but standing there on the sidewalk,
you'll look out of place in a city that you left behind,
along with me, and our lives, and every promise you ever made...
there's this certain look that passes between two people,
who havent seen each other in forever,
a look that is sad and snobby
that says thousands of spoken words,
that have been accumulating over the years
in a mind that hasn't forgotten you.
but you're late, for some business meeting
cuz you've finally made something of yourself,
and you'll call me, or i'll call you....
but we never give our numbers,
and its hard to pull away from those familiar eyes
god those unspoken silences,
so painful to endure
the crowd bustles around you
see, life has gone on without you
i've gone on without you.
or maybe you wont even recognize me...
you'll just keep on walking...
and i'll disappear into the crowd
with all the other familiar strangers.
the faces in the pictures on the fridge,
my how they have aged with time.
4 haircolors later, 3 ex-boyfriends wiser, 250 less brain cells, 3 years since i left home.
am i what i wanted to be when i grow up?
have i set my childhood memories in the view-only archive of my life?
will another summer pass us by in this house,
another chapter in a book we have written all too quickly?
what was it about these streets that amazed us so?
we're here, we've made it.
and all the luster has dimmed.
i wait for that day, years from now,
where i will be walking down the street,
back on a litte mini-vacation to visit old friends,
tanned from the florida sun,
and glowing with an essence that i acquired through living the life i had dreamed about;
a guy i married waiting for me,
in a car i never thought i could afford
if you had asked me years ago.
and there you will be,
walking up the sidewalk eating a bagel,
handsome in your business suit,
hair shorter,
head held higher.
a passing glance,
a double take.
can it be?
yes, yes, it is.
recognition.
"hey"
the thoughts that run through your head,
upon seeing this person after so many years
the uneasy conversation,
and where to start?
when you've missed half a lifetime.
small talk,
admiring how he looks
wondering what brought him back here.
and all these years,
without a call
i just wondered if you were ok...
if life was treating you fair.
if you'd managed to get caught up on your bills.
its been 5, 6? years and your bills still come to my house
but you, you've stopped calling
the random emails have subsided.
even your memory could use some polishing.
and i LOATHED you,
but still i often thought
does he eat enough?
does someone love him?
has he finally made it behind the tables, in front of a crowd, the way he dreamed?
but standing there on the sidewalk,
you'll look out of place in a city that you left behind,
along with me, and our lives, and every promise you ever made...
there's this certain look that passes between two people,
who havent seen each other in forever,
a look that is sad and snobby
that says thousands of spoken words,
that have been accumulating over the years
in a mind that hasn't forgotten you.
but you're late, for some business meeting
cuz you've finally made something of yourself,
and you'll call me, or i'll call you....
but we never give our numbers,
and its hard to pull away from those familiar eyes
god those unspoken silences,
so painful to endure
the crowd bustles around you
see, life has gone on without you
i've gone on without you.
or maybe you wont even recognize me...
you'll just keep on walking...
and i'll disappear into the crowd
with all the other familiar strangers.
