Four Years
Summer Once Again
I didn't think about you once all summer.
Well...Until you walked into the hair shop. I was getting my hair done, and here you walk in and ruin my resolve with your sun bleached hair, and a summer tan.
You didn't speak to me, whether it was because you couldn't recognize me with all the foil in my hair or because you hated me, and I wanted to die on the spot. I felt pathetic again.
You left after a quick trim, your cute little brother in tow, leaving me in your wake, too shell shocked to think.
And then I started dreaming about you. How horrid, to have gotten over you and then you begin to plague my dreams. This must be your fault.
This is all your fault.
Well...Until you walked into the hair shop. I was getting my hair done, and here you walk in and ruin my resolve with your sun bleached hair, and a summer tan.
You didn't speak to me, whether it was because you couldn't recognize me with all the foil in my hair or because you hated me, and I wanted to die on the spot. I felt pathetic again.
You left after a quick trim, your cute little brother in tow, leaving me in your wake, too shell shocked to think.
And then I started dreaming about you. How horrid, to have gotten over you and then you begin to plague my dreams. This must be your fault.
This is all your fault.