It's been awhile
Since we shared the same smile
A year and counting
Since you kissed me on the forehead
Well,
I'm in nowhere Michigan
Laying in an iron mine of a bed
Looking through the window past my bonsai tree
To a desolate small town that doesn't need me
I'm wondering if a year later
If across nations and oceans, everything
You're thinking of me,
Be it otherwise so sweetly
Well,
I'm thinking of you
If you're wondering,
Your senior year sweet heart
Yeah,
I'm still dreaming
Of all the things and everything
That could have been
I've heard things about you
Within the year
That you're sober and clean
That you've joined the military in big celebration
I'm writing this to say
I hope you get fucking shot
