2540 N. 55th St.

You're the big old kid in the neighborhood
Don't know my name, but I wish you would
Do you want to go, maybe to a show
We could take your car and the radio
We could meet some girls
Like we did that time
Get drunk at rosehill on your grandpa's wine;
Would you like my face if you saw me again?
If we met today would we still be friends?

We can stay up late
Take out the car
Push it away
Roll down the street
You think she'll see?

We don't talk that much
Not anymore;
Three thousand miles can be such a bore
Do you think of me
Sometimes at night?
Do you look at the phone and then walk on by?
Take a photograph
A frozen picture of a still-life scene and the two of us
I still think of you every once in a while
I sit and stare with a stupid smile