I’ve got a girl back in my pyrite days
who could tell the brand of peanut butter
by the taste from my p-b-and-j sandwiches
she lives back up the street in Memory Lane
we don’t talk anymore since i had to move away
and the old ghosts of the souls
that i used to know still haunt me
it was sunshine coming through
glass window panes, bright but distorted
we were bright but distorted
i think i was blinded by your light
like you were blinded by mine
we don’t talk anymore
we were counting stars in the daytime
when we were supposed to be working
except my girl and i need no sun or nothing
we were on ground and none of that sky stuff mattered
our wings hung down in the lazy afternoon
we had wings but we never needed to use them
until they dragged us up by the feathers and hoisted us into the clouds
and i was flapping desperately only i knew nothing about flying
and you were falling through the expanse of blue because you
knew nothing about flying
i got my bearings straight though it took some time
set my eyes on the horizon and then i could look back
but by the time i looked back i couldn’t find you
and if you fell i didn’t know
and if you screamed i didn’t hear
we are separated by five years of aging
when did we drift so far apart when did we
you know they still whisper legends about the pair of birds
locked together at the ankles until they became each other’s shackles
and when one bird flew up the other bird fell
and that was just how it was
my girl and i don’t need no stars
but i had the stars shoved down my throat
and you burned yourself before the stars could get you
was it worth it girl was it worth it
it had to be worth it because i started pouring the artificial ideals down my throat like reverence
it had to be worth it because you starting pouring whisky down your throat like revenge
and i think them stars start to taste sweet after a while if you keep telling yourself that
and i don’t drink no whisky, we swore when we were young never to
you broke that promise but i left you first in the sky so it all balances out
did you scrape open your beautiful lungs to settle a score girl did you
does the damn alcohol taste good on your tongue don’t you know it’s killing you
i see it through the halfhearted texts my girl is a shell of who she used to be
and i’m telling you to stop when it isn’t my place only it is
and you’re telling me to back off like it isn’t my place only it isn’t
i watched you snap your angel wings and let them drag bloody on the ground
as if they were some sort of trophy for going against the status quo
don’t you see you are bleeding out it’s red red red don’t you see
i told a lie to you the other day but you didn’t know it but you used to
and you were telling me you could tell the different brands of beer by the texture on the tongue
and i was praying that you were lying because this is not who we are
my broken shackle hangs from my left ankle like a lead weight, chipped by time
but yours still digs into your right, you kept it in yourself and wouldn’t let it heal
the people on the streets stare at the uneven footprints stained with grief
you glare at them because it is the only thing you can do but it isn’t
and if i could lend you my wings could we both fly together again
this time i know how to fly so it is different
but you are once bitten twice shy and hate the clouds
hate the fake glamor that drapes over me
hate that you don’t know how to love anymore
but if you would only take my hand it will be alright because i always figure something out
you are once bitten twice shy but you don’t have to be
only we are separated by five years of aging and the gap would shred the life i’ve built
and if i let it crumble for the remnants of the other half of my soul it would all have been worth nothing it would’ve all been worth nothing the stars the whisky then why did we have to hurt
so i said none of that because i left you first so i owe you a score
but i bet all the beer in the world wouldn’t taste as good as peanut butter sunshine
it was coming through the window panes, distorted and bright
we don’t talk anymore since i left town.