I was photos from when we were young Your hair is light blue and you're smiling in one And it's a strange remembrance brought on by this semblance Oh we were so serious, shy, inexperienced Oh so unsure of ourselves Making mistakes without anyone's help And I thought of the ways I remember you well Some sweet recollection of redwoods and raspberry vines Boys you wrote postcards to numerous times The uncertainty then Like some sentence of sin Punctuated by moments of tenderness When there were long conversations, sharing of beds Walks home from swimming pools Giddy, impressionable, the distance grew up like the night Decisions were silence or preemptive flight Yeah the queer kids I knew, we did tend to be shy And your parents just couldn't get over their sh** They spoke of how all their ambitions were split But they still let you in and tried to pretend Now you let them refer to your lovers as friends And I wish they could see how it hurts Or affirm your existence with interested words Yeah they're self-obsession's a patriarched curse So you made a family from people you found Your grew into yourself with those weirdos around Late nights talking at home, or dancing 'til dawn Or driving all day, 'cause you're sick of the phone Yeah, the good ones they tend to leave town It helps to write letters and say "come on down" Yeah I'm so much better when you're around And I think of you when I put on your old clothes We don't talk all that often, who ever does? But I'll visit you soon and sing you a tune About finding a family somewhere in the ruins Of the expectations we once knew We'll try to make peace with our patriarchs too