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When I was a kid I thought my life could be like a movie. I could be the karate kid or a goonie. I grew up kinda slow. I’m old enough, old enough to know. Life ain’t a movie or a TV show, it’s the real thing. There are no commercial breaks. There’s just head aches and heart ache. Constant reminders of your mistakes. And if you’re lucky, once in a while something just might make you smile. In the end I can tell ya there’ll be tears because everything we love will disappear. So, don’t let go of this moment even though nothing can last forever. That’s how it must be. Hold tight to the music here tonight. For one brief second I think we got it right. When I was a kid I thought my life would be easy. A picket fence and a wife, just like on TV. It didn’t work out that way for me. My life is a catastrophe. This isn’t what my mother wanted for me. Now I just want my life to be like a love song. An ugly duckling squawking out a swan song. And if ya hear it, I hope ya smile. Forget about real life for a while. A brief moment we can share, that I hold dear because everything we love is still here. If you stay sweet then I’ll stay sweet. We’ll build up a community where we actually help one another. Let’s be friends, let’s be sisters and brothers. Let’s be everything we can to each other.

I’ve written melodies to songs that have no endings. Stuck here on the bridge. And if you measure distance in terms of miles and minutes, you’re so far away that I can’t even see you. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t write you again today. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t call. I’m sorry Amelia. I wanted to tell you. I’ve written poetry simply by staring at your picture. Silently sincere. I’ve woken up to smiles from dreams you’re responsible for, but you never knew ‘cause I never told you. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t write you again today. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t call. I’m sorry Amelia. I wanted to tell you. “I just didn’t know” is no kind of alibi. I’m sorry Amelia. You don’t even know me these days. I agree but things can change. I’m sorry Amelia. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t write you again today. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t call. I’m sorry Amelia. I wanted to tell you.

It’s been a long time since last I fell in love. It’s been a long time since I knew what it was. Always the wrong time, and I know I’m not as tough as the man you claim to love these days. And there are engagement rings at the bottom of the East River. They’ll never get to shine on a bride-to-be’s finger. So, we will sing a song of their lament and for the feet in that same river wearing shoes made of cement. It’s been a long time since last I felt alive. It’s been a long time but now its do or die and if I don’t, I will just lay down and cry a lonely lullaby to ease my pain. And there are engagement rings at the bottom of the East River. They’ll never get to shine on a bride-to-be’s finger. So, we will sing a song of their lament and for the feet in that same river wearing shoes made of cement. It’s been a long, long, long time. Another sad song in a happy tempo. Another pop-punk memento. You can keep it like a secret underneath your pillow. Don’t give me too much credit. What the hell do I know? But a sad song on a bright day is better than a bad song stuck in my head, stuck on the highway. And I had something to say. I forgot it, must’ve lost it along the way. It’s been a long time, I’ve been locked inside this cell. Charged for the wrong crime but I guess its just as well. Doing hard time whether or not I’m in or out, still a prisoner of my doubt and of my shame. And there are engagement rings at the bottom of the East River. They’ll never get to shine on a bride-to-be’s finger. So, we will sing a song of their lament and for the feet in that same river wearing shoes made of cement. Its been a long, long, long time.

We started out in a cemetery. I should’ve taken that as a sign. This cute gravedigger would bury, bury me alive. But I couldn’t see what was in front of me. I was so in love at the time. These days I’m amazed, she seems so unfazed while I’m mourning a love that just died. And we used to ride side by side. But we ran out road. We ran out of time. We parted ways at Bamboo Café. I’ll never go back there again. A tonic and gin, two Yuenglings and then I’m not sure if we’re even friends. I felt broken and sad so I paid the tab but I still had to unlock our bikes. I took off the u-lock. We hugged on the sidewalk. I thought about what it was like when we used to ride. I wish I hadn’t memorized the tattoos on your skin. The way you used to mesmerize, why did you let me in? Just to let me go, I know its what you had to do. I miss you.

Sorry ‘bout the way history’s portrayed. It’s not my fault. Photography of pain and misery hung from the walls and the price tag is anything but small. Your overview could use an overhaul. And I’m sorry ‘bout the way the world is today. What can I do? But in everything I see there are possibilities, ways to improve. Do what ya say, say what ya do. In two simple words, stay true. Give me the strength to say thank you. To give back exactly what I claim to. It’s not alright if I don’t. It’s that time again and I recommend that we rebuild. A brand new neighborhood, we won’t question if we should, we’ll just say we will. We’ll replant every tree that they killed. So why are we standing still? Give me the strength to say thank you. To give back exactly what I claim to. It’s not alright if I don’t. At least I’m fortunate to say honesty’s still all the rage. Cards face up on the table just like artwork on display. So I’ll sing a song of praise to commemorate these days and one day will be able to all look back and say we lived it well. Give me the strength to say thank you. To give back exactly what I claim to. It’s not alright if I don’t. Oh, no it’s not alright if I don’t do what I say.