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To the summer nights spent in this garage Where the smoke from our cigarettes clouded the air And the low hum of the speakers filled our ears. We never would have guessed That when we had lit that final bowl It would be our last. But here I am A lifetime later Home again. The room looks almost the same Maybe a bit darker, colder, sadder, But the memories have been obliterated The record player still sits there But there's no more music to sooth our souls No more Beatles, Pink Floyd, U2, no. The 'Say no to drugs' clock still hangs on the wall But the irony is long gone Since that was the life we grew out of. All the chairs still sat where they always did But there was no you to fill yours Just me to fill mine So I took a seat on my lovely hanging chair I reached over to our hidden stash of cigarettes I took the last one, lit it, and put it to my lips. But lastly I said Goodbye.
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Goodbye Youth
To the summer nights spent in this garage Where the smoke from our cigarettes clouded the air And the low hum of the speakers filled our ears. We never would have guessed That when we had lit that final bowl It would be our last. But here I am A lifetime later Home again. The room looks almost the same Maybe a bit darker, colder, sadder, But the memories have been obliterated The record player still sits there But there's no more music to sooth our souls No more Beatles, Pink Floyd, U2, no. The 'Say no to drugs' clock still hangs on the wall But the irony is long gone Since that was the life we grew out of. All the chairs still sat where they always did But there was no you to fill yours Just me to fill mine So I took a seat on my lovely hanging chair I reached over to our hidden stash of cigarettes I took the last one, lit it, and put it to my lips. But lastly I said Goodbye.
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
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