People Change, People Die

Thinking about the girl I was before I met you

Bleached hair, senior year, no tattoo

Just a nose ring and a sucker for a boy with a weird mood

Boxed wine and keeping secrets

The thrill was all I knew

Blacking out the bad shit from my mind the best I could

But my body knew better

When he held me I understood

Why the disconnect had maybe kept

Me from going numb

I cried right in his arms

I’m back to 21

There are two kinds of pain in life

People change and people die

Will I move back home so your babies will know mine one day?

These are the things I think about these days

When it rains it fucking pours and August was drenched

You were driving back and forth every weekend

It’s a straight shot on 94

You’ve done it a hundred times

I know you’d do it a thousand more

To see him one more time

There are two kinds of pain in life

People change and people die

Will I move back home so your babies will know mine one day?

These are the things I think about these days

You got drunk, made a joke about your dead parents

Teased me for not knowing how to laugh about it yet

Well I’ve always been sensitive

I sense your guard is up

But we’re family, we’ll always be, whether you like it or not

There are two kinds of pain in life

People change and people die

So I moved back home, so your babies would know mine one day

These are the things I think about

Oh we’re living through it now

These are the things I think about these days