Wasted Year

Saw you at a party a year ago

Asked for your name you told me

You didn't know

You were busy killing a

Blue Ribbon first place

But we were playing different games

But there was something so endearing about your

Being hard of hearing

As we talked over the music

In the basement on the couch

Now I'm lying here without you crying

Over a wasted year

Went out last night and smoked a cigarette

I don't know who I thought I was fooling

But I hope they forget

Maybe it's imposter syndrome

Maybe it's just me

But I think I drew a line that marks

Who I used to be

But there was something so endearing about your

Being hard of hearing

As we talked over the music

In the basement on the couch

Now I'm lying here without you crying

Over a wasted year

Maybe you were just a dream

Or the idealization of everything I thought

I wanted

At 18