and honored to meet your brother,
whose bass guitar hung real low
like a true metal head.
Wish I would've worn
my Pantera shirt,
and didn't know you took
a photo of me
while I was watching
your dad's cover band.
The breeze came off the coast
kissed the golf course
and gave the night an air of possibility,
probably because you were so pretty,
laughing it up with lunatics.
You weren't single then,
and I wasn't sick,
so I must ask,
what do we do now?