Writen In Sharpie

I wrote my number on your hand
With sharpie,
But its not permanent.

You were never going to call,
Now, were you?
Why would you?

I'm just a silly little girl
From your childhood,
Your neighborhood.

But now your all grown up
And heading away

I hope you atleast remember
All the good times we shared together

Like that one time
At that one place

I wrote my number on your hand
With sharpie

'Cause you said
You loved me.

I guess good times
Don't always last.
Oh well.

Who ever said
I need you?

High School is over.
We both got our own lives
To live.

But I still have one more thing
To write in sharpie,

Fuck you!