Melrose Place

I'll take you back to 2006, a place not to long ago.
A transition in my life you will soon know.
I ran into an old friend at a sumoco store near my house.
Who advised me he would be at work late referring to her spouse.
So we met up at lake morton to walk the lake.
We walked and talked as her husband worked late.
We talked about this and that, present and past.
Even how she lived at melrose place but hope that would'nt last.
Though it was really the apartments across the street.
Thats why this lake is where we would meet.
Toward the end of our walk i suggested we go for a ride.
I'll let the mind wonder other i'll be told i lied.
I remember afterward and on the way back she began to cry.
As i listened i couldn't help but ask myself why.
Then i remembered maybe a lil too late.
She was a married woman now, although that seemed up for debate.
Either way i felt she had done to him as she done to me.
I realized then their would never be no us or we.
As i dropped her off i kinda felt sorry for the husband who'd be
the man I'm so glad in the end is not me.