| C’mon, Mom. |
| I’m so scared. |
| All the things you told me are coming true. |
| C’mon, now. |
| I’m too young to feel this tired. |
| Sorry you ran out of money so soon. |
| And drifting on the open sea won’t get you there this time. |
| C’mon, friends. |
| Let’s make those repairs. |
| It’s your heart that’s broken not your legs |
| And there’s a fight to get into somewhere. |
| It’s cool inside. |
| A friendly place to hide. |
| And it’s a bad rain today so let’s try not to speak of old times. |
| And it’s a long shot but I’m looking for the good. |
| Just like you told me to do but I’m told it takes practice to improve. |
| You’re a fucking liar and I’m leaving. |
| And you can keep all the friends that you made through me. |
| I’m lying too, I can’t leave home alone. |
| I’d rather cut all these losses |
| And not take another bet for a bright new fucking day. |
| Let’s shout from on high, we’re still failing. |
| We still got more regrets than mistakes. |
| It takes focus at this level of failing. |
| But at least your friends can relate. |
| So write or call or just think of us from time to time. |
| I’ll still be drifting. But he was so gifted. Fair enough. |