No Idea Where You Are

Sit by the wayside.
Hoping for the best.
Do these cherry pink blossoms
Ever go to rest.
No idea if you think of me
No idea where you are
If 20 years from now
I will laugh at myself
For thinking of this at all.

If 20 years from now
We see it all clear
Will there be laughter,
The love the type that brings tears
I'll spin the records
You pour everyone else the wine
I'll put on my fake lashes
And we'll pretend to dine.

I'll break out the scissors
One sad laden night.
Cut off all my hair in the bathroom
Just to feel right.
A kiss on the forehead
A hand to the cheek
A kiss below the ear
In 20 years we'll be a cheat.