36 That girl we all knew 2/25/2003 I'm getting rid of that profile thing I had- so i'm gonna put some of the stuff I had on there here... The master mind behind breaking hearts. Throwing quarters back behind the chevron station, you're in the car leaving your blonde hairs everywhere. Cut up magazines and collages strewn against your floor, slowly taking over pictures that were once me on your wall. Seventeen and Rolling Stone just another escape from our reality laying on your bed. Our last days didn't seem so bad while we layed in your parents bed and counted the minutes remaining until i had to sneak out your back door. PInned flowers on the wall, scatterd pictures in the locker, notes stuffed and torn in a box under my bed. Who is trying to lie here? I never forgot any of it. Coffee shop after school before the start of summer, walking down Lake shore trying to figure out what was in your mind. Your gaddamn coffee breath screaming in my face. It lingers, it all lingers. 3 o' clock and your standing by your locker, and there is the truth- pictures of ben affleck and matty D. replacing my claimed territory. And its the long drive home that gets me, so long when you're alone and little blonde hairs won't wash out of upholstry. YOu won't wash out, can't wash it away.