everyone said
six months down the road
you wouldn’t even know
you wouldn’t remember
you should be gone forever
but it’s funny how things go
should feel lucky
still think of you like honey
the warm, the fuzzy
my ‘happy monday’
i remember the ugly
but i just think of it as lovely
it all began like a study
so happy
life’s a journey
wonder if you’ll think about me
when you’re thirty
if your brain will be mourning
while the night’s storming
i wonder if i’ll still think about you
and all i went through
just for you
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