5 months.
5 months of you, me, marching band competitions.
5 months I didn't keep track of.

Time seemed to fly by, I only thought of what we had...
Hiding it from my family. I was only 15. I wasn't old enough to date.

But when you asked me.
Withdrawn, a loner.I was shocked, I couldn't not say yes.

You were my first love...
Love being a relative term.

It was no deep relationship, just two teens feeling puppy love.
And it had to end sometime.
That sometime was the end of marching band.

You were an eighth grader, I was a freshman.
It was goodbye for us.