She was never a part of your landscape, you can forget about that
she wasn't there when you grew up and
threw up and
swore you would never get drunk ever again.

She wasn't that tiny picture in your wallet
(how sentimental of you, a reminder of how you really were, washed out and forgotten
memories that were never yours)
she wasn't that pillar of heritage I don't
know my heritage I don't
have one