Can I remember you before you became ?
Can I remember you before I was disillusionned?
I remember when you had no shame and I had no pride
Remember you when you were the coolest in my school list
When you still listened to french rap
You became a cop
Do we still own our childhood?
Are we still something, years after the fact?
Am I still intitled to old times' sake?
You are.
At some point in the night, I've watched too many series.
I can't go to sleep now, I've been up too long.
This night is not for resting, it's for waking the dead
This is where we belong now, in the unread
Peas porridge cold, facebook message, 3 years old.
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