Remembering the dark days of dialup
Living down-around Franklin Avenue
The blowup the breakup kiss and makeup
Adolescent wild weekends my crew and you
Talking-traipsing-horseplay down the freeway
School mornings slept away at Wilson Park
Splitting up cracking up psychedelic Sundays
Door-knocking in the suburbs for a lark
Living loving only to be alive
All the while only for the love of you
I fore-sake and I never could derive
The fall of your hand kenned so true
My thoughts are a miff
With dreams of what if…what if?
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