Does she know your favorite song?
Not the one by Drake
but the one you put on repeat
that summer we spent at the lake.
Does she know you hate your boss
but love your job?
And when you think of quitting
you go to the bathroom to sob.
Does she know the story
of the scar on your knee?
Or did you tell her the short version
you tried to tell me?
Does she know that look
that pierces right through
and uncovers every lie
turning it into truth?
Does she know that smile
is just hiding the tears
or that once upon a time
I helped you fight your fears?
Does she know my name
or that I even exist?
Does she know that my charm,
you couldn’t resist?
Does she know the reason
why you walked away?
‘Cause I’d love to hear
what you never did say.
Autumn Siders 