these days images of us flood my head
it's funny how in 8 years how many places two people can go to
how many memories two people can make
how in 8 years you can go from the epitome of best friends to no longer exsiting  to each other
yes i miss you
      more than anything
and i want more than anything to show up at you house to see you
     sometimes when i pass it i want to walk up it's 
     old brown stairs and press 1a
                       but i don't
because i know that if i did i wouldn't reach you
  your gone lost forever
    and in your place a girl who you would hate
                                         i hate
                                   she's nothing like you
so i don't go to your house
     don't look at you at parties
     don't call you up
     don't know you anymore
so when these days images of us flood my head
                       i think of a girl i used to know
                           and of a girl i do  not know