I must have been sleeping; I must have been drinking.
I haven't been dreaming about you for years.
There was a sharp turn and a sunburn -
I was too cool for high school that year.
Must have have been new years -
no one invited you; we took things too far.
But I missed you and your antics:
you were lonesome and blue-eyed and so special to us.
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