Arms

So, it was Senior year and we
Drove into the city
Just to see your favorite band
In the front row, screaming at them
Then that singer touched your hand
And in one sweaty, cathartic sense
You felt this song was all about you
And they wrote they lyrics for you
Then you stood there in awe
Your hands trembled with applause
That night we made out in your car
In an abandoned warehouse parking lot
With your head on my chest
Life never felt this good

So put your lips/arms around me
You could be my punk rock prom queen
Dancing as she makes my guitar scream
You could be my damn near everything

And the years came screaming by
We're both leading separate lives
And we're searching for a DeLorean
To take us back to way back when
But these days I'm the one that's on the road
Touching hands in the front row
And girl's hands they come and go
Until its yours at my show
Then maybe we'd go back to then
Late nights on the phone again
Skateboards, guitars, and Jäger shots
And illegal fireworks in parking lots
With your head on my chest
Life had never been so good.

But there's a candle burning
In your bedroom
And I'm painfully aware that it's not for me
There's a vein that's bleeding
Unendingly
And not a scar or suture could ever save me