Everytime I use to hang out with hernI'd close my eyes and smilenSprawl out and say: I love that girlnI was just a little school boynAfraid to shatter that one way movenor the essence of my youthnTake the brunt of realitynLike a knock-out punch to the jaw.nnNot so long ago I ran into her,nShe lives with one of my friends nownHe loves her, and she loves himnAnd part of me still that little school boynWe talked all night about tattooes nand the way we used to benThe sun came up, and it was time for me to sleepnnWaved goodbye to them nAnd went upstairs nJust to lay my poor head downnJust before i fell asleep,nI saw the door open and it was hernShe had nostalgia chokes in her eyesnShe layed down next menAnd held me between her breasts nAnd whispered into my ear: nI love you boy nI whispered back: nOh I still love you toonI meant it, then she got up and left. nnI lay there, barely breathing, embracing the silence. nnnn