We sat next to each other against my many objections
You had more
Stuck with a goodie-two-shoes
It must have been a bore
You ignored my every time I implored you to behave
And we both got into trouble
There were days I had hope
But you'd find a way to burst my bubble
I remember passing notes
Exchanging muffled giggles and knowing looks
Our mischief hidden behind lanes of books
We sat in the back talking smack
It all ended when we had to smack each other in the face
You were leaving
I had never felt so alone
Had I known you would pick up the gun to end our friendship
I would've opened fire first
'What am I supposed to do with my final year when you aren't here?'
Primary school was a mess
But my sweetest memory is of a beautiful lady
In a top and maxi-skirt
Hair wild and on her waist
A child
My sister clung to her side
She had come to take me home
I had fallen ill and she was truly a sight for sore eyes
Oh so relaxed somewhere in September
No one believed she was my mother
She looked far to young
We were all far too young
We were just having fun
We didn't know that we were making memories
Scenes that would visit us late at night
When we need them most to feel alright