We all remember Jill Davine
And Heather Tennesley
There's no forgetting Jenny Roche
But do you remember me?
Remember how Matt Samson
Beat up Tommy Kennedy
For besmirching Heather's honor
But nobody fought for me
Someone was always asking
A question posed enviously
About prom or boys or college
But no one thought to ask me
Everybody had misgivings
When Jill left for the city
Even I wrote her a letter
Not that she remembered me
One by one the others followed,
And not just Heather and Jenny
But everyone I ever knew
Not that they'd say they knew me
I got so used to nothing
But the sound of the TV
I'd just keep on changing channels
But nothing ever changed for me
You can rationalize your idiosyncrasies
Mm-hmm, and dramatize your life
But there comes a time
Whether by point of knife
Or just the sad dull realization
That there's no coming back
And nothing to come back from
My name's Cassandra Williams
I died alone and far too young
I was the girl you never noticed
Here's my song, will it be sung?
credits
from Reunion,
released February 20, 2021
Scott Schoenberg: Vocals, electric guitars, bass guitar, piano, drums, percussion, synthesizer
Gavin Ross: Drum programming
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