The Basement

I remember my first guitar
It helped me start my first band
We made some noise in the basement
Our parents didn't understand
Played the big stage once or twice
I had some loyal fans in my youth
Now I'm lucky if a couple dozen people come out to hear what I do

When my friends started gettin' stoned
I had a difficult time
I missed the days of innocence
Nothin' but sex on our minds
I fucked around in the basement
My first time was after prom
But I was more at home while I was lonely
Or at least I wrote better songs

I had a friend who came out to his parents
They didn't take it well
We let him crash in our basement
A short escape from his hell
We lost touch for years and years
Then I learned of his suicide
Now every time I hear Pinkerton
I can't help but think of him

When I came home after Freshman year
My room was rearranged
The bed sheets were rustled up and everything smelled strange
My Dad took over my twin bed to sleep apart from my Mom
This was no longer my basement
This was no longer my home

Sometimes I still miss the basement, my heaven underground
Sometimes I still miss the basement, my heaven underground