2003

it’s like i wasn’t in high school in 2003
except that i was
and i gave you the power 
to take it away from me
Death Cab, MySpace, and MTV
watching it all go down
each week on ‘The OC’
the show that taught me,
hey i might not be straight
thank god you weren’t on it
it would’ve altered our fate
or maybe, dear god, 
maybe that would’ve been better 
seeing you then in short shorts
your red hair
and a little twee sweater
could we have avoided all the drama
your fears, my tears
and life altering trauma?
if i had known your name
up on the hill while i sang
along with ‘such great heights’
before that night in your red dress
and those see-through tights
i was so afraid you were cold
or was that your heart i was told?
still you know i couldn’t agree
so maybe you’ll think of me
when you hear that song
by Robbie Dupree
serenade me over the phone
you’re at the mall and i’m at home
call me crazy
whoops-a-daisy
maybe i’m not
could you really blame me
for taking a shot?
so turn up the music on MTV
because i went to high school in 2003