Dec 26, 2012
Blessed are the forgetful
If I was Margo Roth Spiegelman, you're my Lacey Pemberton. Saw you again, It's not what you think you did It's like every single act is a pebble and it soon became a mountain If it were like old times I'd sit beside you I'd mess your hair I'd tease you fat But it's not so we sat far from each other minding our own hair and no teasing happening IN FACT, WE DO NOT TALK AT ALL I tried to see things clearly but water filled my eyes I closed them and they fell to my cheeks I guess we both grew up But you grew faster than me therefore, leaving me behind looking forward looking ahead but not looking back.