When we were kids you were the weather
So when you cried it rained down on me
And I would sigh and go inside
Hoping for better nights to come for weeks
Our parents they were vultures
They would come down to the street
Separating what was familiar
And now you’re not so familiar to me
And through the garage we were inside
So the birds couldn’t touch us
We’d play all those little card games
Until I went home because I had enough
We played all those games
But there was a particular one
Where there was a card you would never show me
You never told me, how come?
One day I rode my bike
And a towel got lodged in the chain
And you were kind and got it out for me
I made it home and you were to thank
I would sleep in every Saturday
And you would do the same
And I would wake up like it was yesterday
And run to your house to play those games
My little birdie was crying
The day you never came back
And I still think that I saw you
You were out there with your basketball
I will leave Myrtle Beach
I’ll fly away to somewhere nice
I’ll be on a tropical island
And I will live my own life
I am glad I left that street
The vultures they can’t touch me
And I if I had to repeat
I don’t think I’d repeat anything
I remember you told me one day
You said “Quinn, my house is dying
My house above an apartment
My love, my kin”
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