alone at last. just nostalgia and I 
we were sure to have a blast. 
for you it was just another sunday 
in a small indiana town. 
 
I went by the place where you and I 
wrote our names in wet cement 
and for a moment remembered how it felt 
to have no one understand that there's this dream 
and they're not part of it. how soon we do forget. 
 
the house was gone but the piano lingers on 
and so does the fire that burned it to the ground. 
you can take away all of my rights to see the day 
but you can't take away my love for the day. 
 
then there's the time that you took me aside 
and said I was not your only son 
childhood is so fucked up. 
I never had any closer friends 
than the ones I had when I was young. 
alone again just you and i 
nostalgia wave goodbye. 
I think it's time for me to go.