beauty school dropout
i'm sorry, i mistook you for
someone else. thought we could be
bestfriendsforever, braid each other's
hair, stay up all night talking about
boys. pink bedrooms & girls in white
lace. midnight car rides, music
that eats us to the bone, talking
about our lives like they're so
goddamn important.
instead, i got a handful of burnt CD's,
a couple of road trips & some pictures of you
drunk. thought you were the laverne to my
shirley, the thelma to my louise. turns out,
you didn't need me at all.