a song i wrote a bit ago about an old friend

Jamie’s Band

found the flyer, Jamie’s band

i’m not ready to forgive her

but i snatched a tear-off tab

i’ve been quiet, through the gore

our old stomping grounds a victim

one more casualty of war

♪

you’re a monster, i’ll adore

if my boyish skin could heal you

grab my neck and do your worst

Sherry’s dying, in my shirt

i was sure until i met you

now she’s nothing but a first

so,

when we grow

and our tears are just reminders of the ghosts

drunk stories sung

to our kids who won’t believe  we once were young

i’ll tell them of

poolside cries and broken rules

way too scared to make a move 

chase that feeling, welp—there goes your youth 

♪

karaoke should be fun

but i’m bad at conversation, and the children know you're drunk

your the hunter

and the boar

when you save the crops you ruined

you’re not the hero anymore 

so,

when we grow

and our tears are just reminders of the ghosts

drunk stories sung

to our kids who won’t believe  we once were young