We spoke of Paris at the park That was there for us just as long as it's not getting dark You said you're jealous of your mom And that she once was all that you would not ever become I loved your silence on the spot As we looked as kids on behalf of something that they're not You said your sorry for your stash as we moved on Down at the park I was so goddamned ready To fill the gaps that I reopened years before You'll be more than alone And the better parts are only yet to come And the wind whistled on and messed up your hair As you just smiled along