By standingonmyfoot@hotmail.com
Date: 6 March 2000

so you went

so you went to the big parade
where the girls dont have pride
you left me here and i know you
i know how you walk
and i can see your tired eyes and feel your dragging feet
and i bet she doesnt offer
so you have to dig the bottle
of pain killer out for yourself
and you ought to think of me . . . a little
because i thought of your aching knees
before you did
and i held your head in my hands
when you cried about your dad
and when you pass the girl on the swing
you should think of my frown 'cause you liked to tease me
you always would say i was cute when i was mad
and i hated it but you loved me then and i loved that
but you still do
love me
on the inside
you just wont let it out
to play except when its raining and the streets are full of teary water and we dance to the beat of our hearts
that is the only time we dance anymore
but it doesnt bother me
i will be here when the rain stops
and i will be here when it starts again
and maybe we can still
sit and smirk in rocking chairs one day
and hold hands in the sun
too old to dance
to old to cry
maybe we will watch a parade
or a girl on a swing
and i will give you your pain killer
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