You wouldn't care if i explained

Forgotten

I'm terrified of how you'll look at me
when i remember that in a couple months
you'll only ever see me in a school girl uniform
i'm afraid that you'll be sickened
by my short plaid skirt and polo shirt
that you'll never talk to me again
because you hate private schools
and i'll turn into the type of person that we both hate

all i thought about today
when you talked about the shows we'll see next year
is what if you don't want to see me anymore?
what if after i leave
our friendship goes too
you tell me i'm crazy for thinking this
but is it that crazy?
i can already see the awkward conversations
i can feel the uncomfortable tension
even if it hasn't happened yet

when you tell me they're coming
while i'm already at your house
that you've been making plans to see them all day
instead of cherishing the few times we have left
like i was
i realized that it's already starting
maybe that's why i broke down sobbing
in the middle of your house
but i was too scared to tell you the reason
because i knew you'd say i was over reacting
but you'd prefer their company over mine
you'd prefer anyone's company over mine
and the fallout in our friendship has already begun

so i really do hope that you had a good time
after i left
that next year you'll find someone to replace me
even though i pray you won't forget me
i look forward to those awkward shows
because maybe they'll be the only times i'll see you

but for now i just want to sit in your yard
with your dog in my lap
your speaker blasting music
as we sing at the top of our lungs
and embarrass ourselves in public

i pray i don't lose you
but it looks like i'm already forgotten.