We met at school
in second grade
you called my skull art crap
I knew right then
we’d not be friends
Soon we we’re thick as thieves
Hiking the hills
swimming the ditch
pell mell straight downstream
Lip syncing songs,
the acting bug
You got me up on stage
but
It’s just a bummer
It’s just a bummer
It’s just a bummer
now (X2)
I knew something
had to be wrong
visiting your house
The rooms so sparse
your dad severe
if he was ever home
But we were kids
you weren’t alone
I had my own shit
Lost track of you
in middle school
how was I to know?
chorus (X4)
Three years go by
we meet again
You get me in the play
We have great times
and all seems good
Why see anything?
We smoke some pot
so innocent
or so I think
New worlds to me
too weak for you
I watch as you drift away
and
chorus (ad nauseum)
(dedicated to Mr. Bassman) cae – 11/4/2024
