Remember when, back in the day
we were teenage adolescents
at the stereo turntable
not caring about our parents
dreaming of zeros, punk stardom
and whatever the fuck that meant
Blameless for our own dumb mistakes
under the thumb of no one knows
taken for a long ride as days
and nights became a preference
resting when we were much too drunk
even to care who found us where
Never budged an inch for others
yet took full advantage of friends
and lovers who were fly by night
nobodies, we couldn't care less
zebras at the zoo, or the clowns
at the circus, there for a meal
Killers in our suburban hell
invited themselves to take life
by the horns to steal your sister
under what rock could you now hide
yesterday never returns home
even while they serve their sentence
Kiss or kill, we never thought twice
if we were misguided lovers
given a chance to make a change
answer me, would you change a thing
little did we know about how
influence plays in consequence
Brother, your mother was like mine
you know I learned a lot from her
understanding and her kindness
my own parents made it too hard
by their standards for me to learn
and I suffered the wooden spoon
Given the chance to see myself
again with wisdom and knowledge
begin all over in high school
if I could spend a day with you
remembering all the good times
only what must I sacrifice
Under the magic of my pen
gaining speed as death dries the ink
as I approach turning fifty
nothing else matters but friendship
despite the fact to catch a break
and make a call seems so awkward
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