Think Of The Birds And Their Unspoken Words
Think Of The Graveyard You Left Your Own In
Think Of The Gutters After Staying Up LateThink Of The Building Where You Buried Misgivings
Think Of The Village Where The Grass Grew Tall With You
Think Of The School Where The Learning Was Secondary
Think Of The Blankets I Brought You In The Backyard
Think Of The Burns From Being Shirtless In The Summer
Think Of The Girls That Have Slept In Your Bed
Think Of George Dubya And Childhood′s End
Think Of The Basketball Games By Yourself
Think Of The Flies That Got Stuck In Your Eyes
Think Of The Love The Tv Turned Cold
Think Of The Sports You Watched Couped In Your Room
Think Of The Time You Spent In Virtual Worlds
Think Of The Beers You Could Have Drank Before College
Think Of The Sink That Won't Stop Running
Think Of The Hours Of Duck Hunt Gunning
Think Of The Lessons You Wish Your Dad Had Taught You
Think Of The Lessons You Wish Your Mom Would Teach You
Think Of The Stories That Never Left Your Head
Think Of The Girls That Never Left Your Head
Remember The Friends You Can′t Stop Forgetting
Think Of Adulthood How It Seems Unending

Straight Out Of Clinton, Still Closer Than Compton
Los Angeles Closer To The The Casket We Closed To Forget
We Chose To Forget, Every Memory A Corpse Kept In Buckets Collecting
The Cold Rain, Blueberry Soaking The Pain In The Purple Sea, And Yes Your Majesty
Yes I Miss Thee, I Miss All The Memories That I Could Have Made Here, The Parallel
Universe Memories

With Wayne Klee The Tonys And Megan Bornstine And
King Of Akron Robbie, And David Dabney, And Of Course My Family
Hell I Miss The Ones That Forgot Me, Hell I Miss The Ones Who Don't Like Me
Don't Care About Me, Those Old Broken Doves Above The Sea, I Just Miss
And Miss And Miss And Miss And Miss
A Lot, All Those Loves That Could Be, Relationships Please
Just Any Damn Thing That Would Happen To Me
Had I Just Stayed And Let Everything Be
Of Course Now I′m Gone

And My Mom Pays Someone To Mow The Lawn
And That Would Happen Anyway Anywhere I Had Moved
And Had I Stayed I′d Be The Storyteller Without Stories
Like The Writer Who Doesn't Read, How Awful They Can Be
I Need To Tell My Tale Or I′ll Never Be Free

But This Is Where The Story Began, And Where It Could Have Been
And One Day It Just May Be Where It Ends

This Place With The Birds And The Bees
And The Maple Trees And Everything I Ever Knew Before I Knew I Had To Leave