Like the back of his hand he knew her well.
Toothless smiles, pigtails, piggy back rides
The annual dates for pizza and Carvel.
She was his light
A tiny body, small voice, and curious mind
She was the answers to life's questions that burned deep in the night.
The choices he made, he was so unsure
Left alone with broken promises and empty lies.
He was the one who hurt her.
Wrinkles, beer, old pictures of her
Maybe it's because of his bad eyes
But the back of his hand seems unfamiliar
Sitting across from her now
She's all grown up and made it without him
She's so strong and he's so proud
He doesn't know her well
Big smile, wavy hair, her own car rides
She looks at him, her eyes ring a bell.