bumped into this guy from my past, way past, in the liquor store. whiskey in hand on a monday, and you wearing a suit, shiny black shoes. leather gloves and heading to a dinner party, 'i'm in charge of the wine'. you, looking at me, like you couldn't believe it was me. i'm making akward jokes, you barely crack a smile. i remember your bmw, your poolhouse, your rich friends.
how far have we all come, i wonder what you think when you see me. but you don't see me, no.
and jesus christ just because i blew you when i was 16 does not mean i want to have lunch with you at 22. yea, we should do this again sometime!!
we are worlds apart, i don't even want a glimpse, not for a second.
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