I wish I could say it was me and not you, or it was you and not me, but it is both of us J. This is not the ‘90s anymore, god those were times weren’t they. Those were times.
I remember vividly riding my skateboard around
I’m waiting… Please come back
There never really is a good time
There’s always nothin’ much to say
I’m pretty good, not doing bad
If I’m getting’ up most everyday
I bought fossils three times because I kept wearing out the tape. I am sorry that my ex-girlfriend destroyed the Little Fury Things vinyl I owned. Believe me, I am just as upset about that as anybody.
Then there was the last time J; The Boathouse,
Those were our days J. We owned them. That was ten years ago now. I still love you. I still have that issue of Spin with you on the cover. I still pull it out and read it. I still make castles out of my mashed potatoes. However; I’ve given up the plastic dinosaurs.
Look, my point is that it is now 2005. I bet your upcoming concert is going to rock. I would get all sweaty and passionate, that is, if I were going to be there. Like I have said, I still love you, but I love you in 1995. I don’t want to see you go through the motions pretending to still feel that nineties angst, but really just cashing in.
No, no, no…. Look.
Don’t get upset.
Look, I didn’t even mention how you are playing at the Clear Channel bat-cave, The Quest.
If you were still involved, if you still cared, you’d be touching the kids from the stage of the Triple Rock or
Here is where our paths split. Keep you chin up, we’ll always have The Boathouse and we’ll always have Keep The Glove.