Jake and I are sitting here
Contemplating about life
As if we're the only philosophers of a stone age.
We've agreed that life is unfair, and that people make mistakes.
We've discovered some old tracks
And played a few games.
My buddy and I go way back
When I was in the 8th grade as a matter of fact
Speaking of facts
I'll say one thing
Jakes had my back
Since that one spring.
Summer was coming up
And we were bullshittin' again
Talking about love and everything we miss
Passing a cig back and forth
I paused and I asked
What do you think life would be like
If we couldn't remember the past?
Would everyone be considerate and condescending free?
Would people look us in the eyes
And be happy with what they see?
It was just a few questions
Only a few summers ago
Now we're right back at it
Letting it flow
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
Jake and I are sitting here
Contemplating about life
As if we're the only philosophers of a stone age.
We've agreed that life is unfair, and that people make mistakes.
We've discovered some old tracks
And played a few games.
My buddy and I go way back
When I was in the 8th grade as a matter of fact
Speaking of facts
I'll say one thing
Jakes had my back
Since that one spring.
Summer was coming up
And we were bullshittin' again
Talking about love and everything we miss
Passing a cig back and forth
I paused and I asked
What do you think life would be like
If we couldn't remember the past?
Would everyone be considerate and condescending free?
Would people look us in the eyes
And be happy with what they see?
It was just a few questions
Only a few summers ago
Now we're right back at it
Letting it flow
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