Saw an old friend cross the street the other day

On the corner of Tremont and the interstate

She was wearing every season unafraid

And the covering of a frayed perfume

I hope that you dont forget about me

Even when we’ve given children to the ones who gave us all the colors for an accent wall

And said pick the one, cause you can’t have them all

These colors are the places we belong

And colors that we’ll never see at all

I was driving on my street the other day

Somewhere centered higher up after the palisades

I was having memories that felt delayed

But the context of the feeling felt new

I know one day you’ll forget about me

When you’ve given all your children to the one who gave you all the colors for an accent wall

And you’ve picked the one cause you don’t want them all

Theres color to the places we belong

And colors that we’ll never see at all