That Same Kid

Patrick there’s a warble to this world
It’s becoming tangled up and gnarled
We did all that talking of god
What utterly bizarre ideas we had

Underneath the arch in Washington Square Park
I knew I hadn’t come that far

Patrick I’ve been walking into walls
Falling like a drunken Santa Claus
Everything feels different than it was
Patrick I lost my dearest love

Watch me mining all these tragedies for song
I still can’t believe you’re gone
Remembering all of that stupid shit we did
Somehow I feel like that same kid… that same kid

Patrick we were both so misaligned
Getting high and flipping birds at time at father time)
All these years I held hope in my hands
Like Lennie from the book Of Mice and Men

Underneath the clock at Grand Central Station
I cursed the path I’d taken

Patrick it’s been 37 years
Since that day you up and disappeared
That last night talking in my room
It almost seemed like you had known
(Chorus)

Sitting by the reservoir wondering where you are
How the river imposes its will on the stones
How a rock can hold steady but soften

You should see us finger fuck our phones
And the last couple years we stayed at home

Looking out across the bay I felt small in a good way.
I was once impossibly naive and now I’m ridiculously jaded.
You said someday you’d like to be everything all at once.
These last years have been year after year. They all just disappear.