Written March 18, 2009

To love for the first time
Is to have never loved at all
Every other heart you long for
Will never have you fall so hard

But then you grow up or so you think
And though I shouldn’t try
I wish you had never changed

Every time I flee passed your street to my own home
I’m reminded of what we used to be
When you were my girl next door

Because we’d be rolling on the ground
Taking pictures while I sang our song
And we’d test out your bed again
And sit outside as the sun set again

Those are the days I miss
When you were perfect
When we were perfect
When ignorance was bliss

But you’ve grown up or so you think
And though I shouldn’t try
I wish you had never changed

Because every time I flee passed your street to my own home
I’m reminded of what we used to be
When you were my girl next door

I walked to your house, you let me inside
I gave you my clothes because you were cold
We laid together for many hours
Just trying to guess what the other was thinking

I should have let that sink in
‘Cause now you’re gone, gone, gone
And I can’t seem to move on, on, on

Because every time I flee passed your street to my own home
I’m reminded of what we used to be
When you were my girl next door

Photography by Karl, from Unsplash