a friend's imagination made
the south dakota summer rains
come rolling down and wash away
my fear of waking up
trading words and songs and sighs
we strummed and sang and fantasized
about packing bags and cutting ties
and running into the wind
no shoes too big
footsteps too faint to follow
but I don't know how to say goodbye
so I'll sit just tight and bide my time
remember that kid I went to school with
who spoke his mind, didn't give a shit
about checking boxes off his list of
of prep school promises?
he needed help, a heart lonely
he couldn't let that revolver be
and oh my god, I can't believe
they shot him right in the head
it was an accident
but no easier to swallow
and to this day I have never said goodbye
so I'll just sit tight and wait to die
I woke up
oh my friend
you just up and ran

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