God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine in 1994.
When every Thursday I'd brave those mountain pa**es
And you'd skip your early cla**es
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.
God damn the black night with all its foul temptation
I become what I always hated
When I was with you then.
We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As your parents slept inside.
And from this floor
I can see through your window next door
He's strumming a tune
On the toy guitar I gave to you.
You throw your head back
So overcome with laughter.
Do you remember the JAMC?
And reading aloud from magazines?
I don't know about you but I swear on my name they could smell it on me
And I've never been that good at secrets.
No.
And from this floor
I can see through your window next door
He's strumming a tune
On the toy guitar I gave to you.
You throw your head back
So overcome with laughter.
So overcome with laughter.
So overcome with laughter.
So overcome with laughter.