Song Description
My friends during freshman year of high school, one of whom moved to California; a girl I fell in love with; the music we listened to; playing hacky-sack with friends; and people smoking weed.
| Song Length |
3:11 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Content |
Subject |
Teens, Change |
| Similar Artists |
Ben Folds |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
We didn't know each other
With no directions, we're divided by subcultures
Punk with a ska inflection
Was the music of the time
that we didn't care at all
And you're the only one who can see the all misery that claws so deep inside of me
I cast aside my sympathy and I pray for thee, that you can make it out alright
Playin hacky sack with Greg, Ryan, Tyler and Jack
DPs at the vending machine
I heard you're movin back to California
Well I hope we can still hangout
I fell in love with a ska song that was playin on the radio
(with Emily O.)
And After then it didn't take too long
to figure out
I needed you more than anything
And you're the only one who can see the all misery that claws so deep inside of me
I cast aside my sympathy and I pray for thee, that you can make it out alright
But don't ignore the consequences
Cause you won't get your was
Do not lower your defenses
No matter what, don't ever run away
Dan was the man with the master plan
It would have been a transgression
not to have had a lunchtime jam session
Kids in the backalley tokin'
Let the circle be unbroken again
And you're the only one who can see the all misery that claws so deep inside of me
I cast aside my apathy and I pray for thee, that you can make it out alright