you walked past me
not me past you
you skipped up the hill
i never asked you to

i was happy with my daim ice cream
fucking happy
i watched the ships come in to dock
all i could think was how
am i going to speak to her now

its your hair i think
but having said that
maybe its your face
its your eyes i think
but having said that
maybe its your voice

shit

now i look at pictures of you on facebook
you have been busy
not me.