I found the picture of us in the yard;

somethings are lost and somethings (I guess) get found.

You had that shirt on--you loved the Cars.

You always wore it. I never got that sound.

You had that cat... Just what was its name?

I can't remember. It's not important now.

I never wonder where you are now.

I just forgot it. Maybe I should write shit down?



Was that the day I lost your keys 

when we were stoned at the beach?

Maybe someday you'll let me know.



There was a summer, dazed in the sun

until September... Its not important now.

When was your birthday? Pearl Harbor Day?

And I forgot it. Next time I'll write it down.

I hate nostagia. It tries too hard 

to remember only the easy parts.

Now I wonder where you are now.

I can't forget it. Now that I wrote it down?



Was that the day my calls were screened 

(I saw the caller ID)?



Was that the day that I was seen

kissing your friend on 3rd Street?

I never thought that I was mean.

How could I have not seen?

Maybe someday I'll let you know.



That was the day, that was the scene.

I just rewrote the ending.