I live,

In a painstakingly small town,

Where everyone knows,

Who you are,

Who your parents are,

And all your friends.

So I suppose it's normal,

When your gone for a full summer,

People ask questions.

And when I was alone in the diner,

Absently sipping my strawberry milkshake,

Ms. Abbey sat down,

Across from me,

Her head in her palms and smile shining at me,

She asked how I was, how my father was holding up,

I answered the best I could, without giving her everything,

She nodded slowly then asked seriously,

"I've missed you Matt, where have you been all summer?"

I shrugged my shoulders,

And avoided the question.

As I did with all the other adults who asked that question.

I live,

In a painstakingly small town,

Where everyone knows,

Who you are,

Who your parents are,

And all your friends.

So I suppose it's normal,

For kids to wonder,

When a popular guy like me,

Drops all his friends,

For a group of losers and two pretty girls.

And when I was alone in the cafeteria,

Waiting for my friends to get their lunch,

Brandon came and sat across from me,

His plaid shirt perfectly buttoned and hair nicely combed,

He talked about how the girls changed, how high school was compared to middle,

I nodded along, really not caring,

Until he said very calmly,

"Matt c'mon. You're above these losers, come sit with us. By the way, where were you this summer?"

I didn't answer,

I only stood up and threw away my lunch,

And went to the library to find my friend Lizzy.

I live,

In a painstakingly small town,

Where everyone knows,

Who you are,

Who your parents are,

And all your friends.

So I suppose it's normal,

For everyone to be in your business,

Even though,

If I wanted them to know,

I would have answered everyone's damn questions.