20 years from now,
You won't remember my name.
Nothing would've ever stayed the same.
It'll take you awhile to remember my face,
and there was never a time when we had a place.
There's nothing left to say or do,
because I don't mean a thing to
you.
You'll be successful, and you'll have a great wife,
I'm sure you'll be a great dad, and have a good life.
I'll get married, have a kid or two,
I'll be so happy, maybe I'll actually forget you.
And when we tell our kids about "Those
Days",
I'll be "whatshername", and you'll
just be "whatshisface".
nmq
He just came to mind when I read
it.
