South Florida

Your voice got softer. Couldn't think of what to say when you'd call

Middle school was a couple haircuts and a Blink poster on my wall

Drawing the bat signal with a mechanical pencil

Acting like we were doing heroin. Turning it into a needle

You flew me to South Florida. There was mangos falling from trees

Lizards on the sidewalks and Haitian families barbequing in the streets

Your girlfriend's bathroom. All her foreign shampoos

Perving out to a maxim mag. using her conditioner as lube

There's so much to talk about

Guess I never wanna bum you out

Took me to a thrift store. Bought me and you used suits

Drove to a country club to meet some guy you said might hire you

Your LeBaron broke down in the parking lot from the heat

Walked to a skate shop and still bought me a new complete

I slouched down. Didn't want you to see I'd grown

Didn't want you to feel like you'd missed out

Didn't know what to call you then. Pops felt like a stretch

Dad was too typical and Daddy was the guy who left

I don't think about it often

Guess I don't remember enough

Sitting here you telling me about it now

Has got me remembering too much

Was weird to be consistent. Felt weird to say goodnight

Was weird when you got sick and I could be there by your side

Felt weird to be sober. Was weird I didn't get to see you grow

To me, you'll always be a little hat just sticking out the snow

Was nice to feel weird. A consistent kinda strange

Life got stuck on tumble dry. I sorta got used to the ache

I'll be collecting cans and pushing paper to work my way back to you

My Axie, my Ax-Man, my Little Dude

My Little Dude

My Little Dude