i feel like i don’t know you anymore.
i barely recognize your face at this point
all your city friends hate me
playful kisses in the comments
much more sinister then they seem
who are you this week?
a city chick with lowered inhibition
and a boy on your arm
thickening accent and a beer in your grasp
you’re much too steady for the girl i knew
much to confident to be the old you
not quite afraid enough
not quite kind enough anymore
people who i hate
i’m told are just like you
i guess i was getting used
to being needed by you.
i don’t know you since i left you.
or maybe since you left me.
maybe neither of us left,
but sure as hell we didn’t stay.