You threw up in a limousine
On the way back from Bourbon Street
On the night of your bridal shower
You told me then that you loved me
In a drunk dial like we were both 18
I said I missed you
Then the line died

You got to name your sister’s horse
Where to live when your kin had run their course
Thick slice of divorce served like key lime pie
Favorite weatherman gave it to you straight
That one summer of one hundred and eight
you didn’t say goodbye just like you never ate breakfast

Take me back to you back then
I'm not who I was back then
In the summer air I binge
To the thought
Of you back then
I'm not who I was back then

The breakfast sat when you left
On the table for days and days
I knew sometime you’d come back
I just didn’t know when
I tried to call Ann Marie
Maid of honor always made fun of me
Back in those days when you were mine