by The Lyndsay Diaries
In and out of intersections
a suburb of St. Louis, Misery.
In the back seat of your parent's gold Volvo,
we waved to passing cars
and talked about who would win the world series.
And now we could care less about baseball
or how much the rookie card is worth.
We could care less.
Do you remember those days at all?
When we threw it back in their face.
All the girls we
and how we thought those days would never end.
And here we are today.
And now you're getting married
and I'm struggling to find a date.
And all the games we play
are the same today as yesterday.
The rules have changed.
Everything has changed.