Brown shingle berkely

Everytime I use to hang out with her
I'd close my eyes and smile
Sprawl out and say: "I love that girl"
I was just a little school boy
Afraid to shatter that one way move
or the essence of my youth
Take the brunt of reality
Like a knock-out punch to the jaw.

Not so long ago I ran into her,
She lives with one of my friends now
He loves her, and she loves him
And part of me still that little school boy
We talked all night about tattooes
and the way we used to be
The sun came up, and it was time for me to sleep

Waved goodbye to them
And went upstairs
Just to lay my poor head down
Just before i fell asleep,
I saw the door open and it was her
She had nostalgia chokes in her eyes
She layed down next me
And held me between her breasts
And whispered into my ear:
"I love you boy"
I whispered back:
"Oh I still love you too"
I meant it, then she got up and left.

I lay there, barely breathing, embracing the silence.