Can you miss something you never had?
Perhaps it will pass me by
Like school children in the hallways
Whisper what a shame, what a shame
And I whisper the same.
I have lived past 17
This should not have been
A semi-possible dream.
And if a kid breaks in a school
They make a sound like
Bleeding out onto linoleum floors
The janitors wiped the blood away before the
(other) kids came back.
Passing by in the hallways
What a shame.
I whisper back the same.