strange time in my life

Listening to O by Damien Rice.

              Hey, do you remember that album?

              God I loved it, and the other one, 9!

I turned to look at you,

but no. 

              You didn't remember,

would never remember,

were far too young

to be holed up in a bedroom,

writing the lyrics on your wall

in permanent marker,

your MSN screen name.

You were far too young

to care so intensely then,

when I was drowning in it.

You look left,

I look at you looking left,

and think we're looking at the same thing.

But we're not.