Yes, I still think of you.
But not in the way you want me to.

Today I realized you are what happens,
When I lower my expectations.

Yesterday I couldn’t remember your name.
Tomorrow it’ll be the same.

Maybe not, I could be wrong.
Or I’ll hear that annoying song.

Yes, I still think of you.
But not in the way you want me to.

I can’t remember your face.
But I certainly remember your lack of grace.

I can’t remember the color of your hair.
But I do remember the bald spot up there.

I think you were taller than me.
I know you were way too scrawny.

Yes, I still think of you.
But not in a way you’d want me too.

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