You were my best friend's brother
You had your sister's curls
I hung out at your house sometimes
And to you I was just a girl

You were smart and charming
And shy and very tall
I always really liked you
You never noticed at all

Your sister's not my best friend now
But friends we still remain
So I still see her posts on twitter
And that picture she posted hit me like a train

I used to dream I'd see you someday
In a bookstore reading my book
You come up and talk to me
And give me a funny look

Then you'd remember how you knew me
And we'd become very best friends
You'd take me out to dinner
We would never let it end

The picture your sister posted
Was you on your first date
I haven't seen you for months now
So I guess fate is too late.