We always said you had a lot of stories, we always thought that more than half of them weren’t true. But some of them just seemed too real, like how you got all those scars on your back.
Farewell, we both knew that I couldn’t stay. I never wanted to leave; I never wanted to believe that people go their ways, sometimes without goodbyes. Farewell, we both knew that you couldn’t stay. You never wanted to leave; you never wanted to believe that old friends part ways, sometimes without goodbyes. Now I look back and you won’t be there at all.
And like waking from a bad dream, you won’t be there at all.
Farewell, we both knew that I couldn’t stay. I never wanted to leave; I never wanted to believe that people go their ways, sometimes without goodbyes. Farewell, we both knew that you couldn’t stay. You never wanted to leave; you never wanted to believe that old friends part ways, sometimes without goodbyes. And I don’t know if you’ve heard about this, but back home last week this kid had overdosed. And I need you to know that I think of you more than you could ever know.