My hair smells like back in high school
it's reminding me of when I was 16
we were special, we were nothing,
now we're nothing again.
This is the ode to a special snowflake.

What's different, you might ask, from the day you left?
Nothing, just me. Just the way I see everything.
I know your manipulative little symphonies
but these lyrics aren't for them, I'm afraid this won't save you;
however, I wonder if anyone dances to them now?

I feel like I should honor you, seven years and everything.
Boy now I don't wonder how I didn't hear
all the manipulative little symphonies
you played me like a stupid kid
now it's just me and my sick delusions here.
Writing an ode to you, you special snowflake.

This city was never this small before,
the streets smell like way back when.
And if I leave and never come back,
I know they'll remember me
but that's not me anymore.

I feel like I should honor you, seven years and everything.
Boy now I don't wonder how I didn't hear
all the manipulative little symphonies
you played me like a stupid kid
now it's just me and my sick delusions here.
Writing an ode to you, you special snowflake.

We were special, we were nothing, Now we're nothing again.
That was your ode, my amazing non-friend.

/june 4th 2017