You had it all and more. Memories are faulty,
a memory of the last time I recalled that memory.
You had it all or so they said. Except,
you never did get me into your bed. I know, I know
the stories you told, I was just young unsure
too shy, but I never once believed that envious
lie. Someone once said that not all is as is,
look for the signs he wants you to miss.
You were a concept of beauty for sure,
but I never once, knocked at your door.
My first taste of love my first taste of hate
and you called yourself his very best mate!
Did you tell him that lie
when he was gone for the night?
You had it all and more,
now your a drunk at a broken shore
searching still the empty bottles
long gone now is the conceptual throttle.