Guns Made Of Sticks

Do you
Remember the time we threw
Mud at the neighbours place
And we lit that tree on fire
And you punched me in the face

And we
Made that treehouse down the back
Lined the trench with bricks
Oh, we killed so many bad guys
With our guns made of sticks

All I want from this life
Are memories like these
Cause when I fall into darkness
What more can I hope to take with me

And the first
Time we tried to smoke
In the backyard of your parents house
We told such dirty jokes

Do you
Remember the first time you kissed her
Three months til you’d see her again
And Tom threw up on the back fence
And wanted to leave at ten

All I want from this life
Are memories like these
Cause when I fall into darkness
What more can I hope to take with me

Do you
Remember when we skipped school
To go and see that band
Five dollars each for petrol
It got us home again

Do you
Remember when we lay
Wrapped in the sheets, our eyes closed
I breathed out
And you breathed in

All I want from this life
Are memories like these
Cause when I fall into darkness
What more can I hope to take with me



Lyrics submitted by CaseyJHartnett

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