Twenty-Five (Live at the Bathouse)

(Yeah)
Uh, ehh, Twenty-Five
I nearly called it If I Have to Die
Uh, take three

January came and went
Eight years passed by and I forget
That it never used to snow where I grew up
It snowed that night and it didn't stop

They're gonna take me down to the station
They're gonna ask me a couple of questions
"Do you remember where they were going?"
"Can you tell us about their condition?"

"Do you know if they'd been drinking?"
"Doing any kinds of drugs?"
I apologise, 'cos I don't remember I guess I was too fucked up

I used to call your parents
Long after you disappeared
But the guilt makes me forgetful
And we haven't spoken in years

My childhood came to a sudden end
On the day I buried a couple friends
And I'll carry that with me till the day that I die
That I was the last one to see you alive

But if we were invincible
And forever wasn't a lie
You wouldn't be seventeen six feet under
You'd have just turned twenty five

After the cops and all the cameras
All the wailing from the sirens
All the funerals and the flowers
Came a crushing dose of silence

And hindsight is 20-20
But that was 2012
I was seventeen, drunk, and reckless and you were twice my size

But if we were invincible
And forever wasn't a lie
You wouldn't be seventeen six feet under
You'd have just turned twenty five

Oh, I miss our south east violence
And the chaos of the Friday nights
When those Hackney boys from London
Would catch the train down just to fight us
In the fog of mid December
High off the white lightning highstreet tremors
And our voices would ring from the corners
and cut through the still night air

But no one sings around here anymore
And no one fights on these streets anymore
And no one sings around here anymore
And no one sings around here anymore