So I sent the girl a cassette
And a note and a photo.
Bloodied quotes scrawled on a scroll,
That’s how I remember it
But I have been gone six years now
It may have just been a cheap postcard and a signature.
It’s not important,
I was not important.
I just needed her to know how I felt,
She would have turned her back on our friendship,
I understand.
But I knew I was leaving
So I played my hand.