You Were a Dick
I hope you don't take it personally that I disappear like that
But the sparks begin to burn instead of shimmer
And I see you pixellated and familiar
Is it that you were a dick to me in high school?
Or was it that you ripped me off?
Were you jealous of my quandry?
Or was it just a matter of taste?
Maybe you became too much of a big shot?
And couldn't tell that you were not
You're not going to tell me that glory has dried out
Please don't tell me that we don't get another chance
But the sparks begin to burn instead of shimmer
And I see you pixellated and familiar
Is it that you were a dick to me in high school?
Or was it that you ripped me off?
Were you jealous of my quandry?
Or was it just a matter of taste?
Maybe you became too much of a big shot?
And couldn't tell that you were not
You're not going to tell me that glory has dried out
Please don't tell me that we don't get another chance
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Martin
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