Written by little g
I met a new friend too,
except it was me.
The new me had some old-fashioned ideas
The new me wasn’t part of the old crowd;
that would mean abandoning the new me,
so don’t ask.
I was starting to
like the new me a lot.
At the party your new friend was chain-smoking cigarettes.
It made my eyes water.
The new me said they were tears.
The new me was trying to find you in all that smoke.