God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine in 1994.
When every Thursday I'd brave those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
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.