| On August first, nineteen eighty one
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| I cycled to Scott’s house with a BB gun
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| We were almost twelve, but we looked thirteen
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| He had baby-blue eyes that I shot him between
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| Nature provides for us a safety net
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| Whatever we do, we can never forget
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| I live with it every day
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| Even though we moved away
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| Our yesterdays are on a loop;
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| A marathon of heartbreaking moments
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| I live with it every day
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| For every step I have to pay
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| The only thing that they can’t take:
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| The guilt that spirals in my wake
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| The day they found me asleep on the floor
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| Engine running, closed garage door
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| Was the day the For Sale sign arrived on the lawn
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| Two weeks later, and we were gone
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| Everyone falls through time and the funnel it makes
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| But I’m staying here inside my biggest mistake
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| The love I put away
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| Like games that children play
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| The hearts you choose to break
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| Like cars dumped in the lake
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| The laugh lines on your face
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| The life I won’t embrace
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| The cold house I won’t leave
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| The guests I won’t receive |