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When we were younger we fought our fights via verse and we'd publize their proud and unique resolutions.
Now I'm stuck staring at a wall while I am singing, littered with memories encased in your handwriting.
We fell to friendship sharing stories and sarcasm, simaler family histories and dry cynisicm.
We would debate Walt Disney and rival musicians and dye our hair together every color of the summer.
I'd fall in love too fast and put you in the backseat.
I guess addicition claims us all, or so it would seem.
You would go drinking every weekend under highways and call me shitface-drunk at four in the morning.
You would not stop to take advice, so I stopped trying.
And so the story goes, it's then that we quit talking.
And when that theif that stole your hand screamed "put your hands up!", did you wonder if at your funeral, I'd show up.
I see you probably more often than you see me inside my dreams at night when we are both sleeping.
Do you still use your bed in place of an end table?
I want you to validate if I'm dilusional.
I wrote this song in place of writing a letter, not that you would want to recognize the sender.
And did your heart explode like mine when we locked eyes?
Your gaze still burns just like my hand gripping your shoulder.
And you are still the only friend of mine my sister ever liked.
And I still miss you.

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from All Of My Friends Are Too Indie Rock For Me, released May 15, 2007

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