For the third grade talent show,
Chase Tidwell dressed up as a cowboy
And preformed "YMCA" with an Indian,
Construction worker, cop, and a soldier.
In first grade, his biggest accomplishment
Was that his initials spelt out the word, "CAT",
And for the first couple of years I cannot remember a time
When I didn't have to tell my friends,
"Yes, our names rhyme. No, we're not soul mates."
He was also the first person in my grade
Who learned how to say, "Hello, my name is Chase," in Spanish.
Hola, me llamo Chase. Hola, me llamo Chase. Hola, me llamo Chase
Nine years have passed,
And not much has changed.
Chase became taller, his brain got bigger
And his eyes grew bluer.
He's still one of the best in Spanish, though now
We've moved on to more advanced vocabulary.
Chase is never really joking; he just says crazy, stupid things
Because he wants to remember how it felt to be careless.
He used to try a sport and stick with it "till the cows came home"
Now he has girls he drops every other week.
Hola, me llamo Chase. Hola, me llamo Chase. Hola, me llamo-
Chase was in my science class last year, and
Half-way through the year he had a fight with his best friend Daniel
Over Daniel's girlfriend
Bros before hoes and all that.
He doesn't dance. He doesn't skip.
He doesn't draw, sing, write, create.
He just carries a small ball up a field to get passed
A predetermined line of success
Without being tackled by other players
Who have more people wanting them to win.
He says it's training for real life.
Chase, maybe you will grow up to be an amazing cowboy,
Or a great human being.
But right now, you're just a teenage boy who does not
Yet know how easy it is to break hearts.