There was a guy at my school when I was in high school we rode side by side in the morning on our bicycle never even spoken or faced each other but on the last hill we'd race each other when we reached the race we'd each go our own way I wasn't in his classes I didn't know his name then he finally started to speak he was staring at his feet and mumbled a sentence that ended with JAMES. I was young and caught in the crowed i didn't know then what I knew now I was dumb and I was proud and I'm sorry if I could go back I'd do it again I'd be somebody you could call friend pls pls believe that I'm sorry.
