I wonder if you remember that
summer day at the race track,
which we had all to ourselves.
I was sitting on the hood of
my best friend's car,
and thought I was going to fall off when you walked towards me.
You had no idea how handsome you were just then.
Full riding gear,
your hair a mess from your helmet.
You plucked the cigarette from my hand and smiled at me,
you knew I didn't mind.
Maybe you were right though,
from the beginning.
Maybe if we hadn't gotten emotionally,
romantically involved things would still be like that day.
We were such good friends.
But I couldn't stop my heart from wanting more.
And I guess you couldn't either.
I still remember the first time you kissed me.