And I was born in the same town as you
Hell I even think we have the same tattoos
My mother hates it
When I smile and she sees you
Coming through me
Like a sun shines through thin glass
It’s not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone
But you were and I never felt love
My uncle gave me
On the day that I turned thirteen
A black box that said “Gillette” rusted and scratched
And it was full of memories and memorabilia
And a necklace with a saint I wore in class
It’s not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone
But you were and I never felt love