Blackbox

You fell in love with the sunshine, And you took a walk with a boy, And you spent half a year on the verge of tears Just because nothing ever feels like it did before And so now I understand why you're bitter And quite frankly sometimes I do feel the same It's amazing how in your own home town the comfort and the pain well, They just grow This is the field where I realized I loved you This is the diner where we learned that people die before their time sometimes But the impermanence of it all Don't you let it make you feel too very small.

We saw new constellations with each observation The night sky grows bigger it seems But under our ceilings is much more revealing To find what we found in our dreams I dreamt that all my old friends got together again At a potluck or something somewhere that we'd never been And we said "Oh and it's so strange, the ways that people and situations change, you got up in some crazy current, and now it seems as though we speak a completely different language, but you'll always be as beautiful as the moment that we met."

So I tried to write a song for my father and San Francisco and bus rides that take way too long, he said "you're coming back home boy, don't feel so alone, love yourself and you can do no wrong." But the interstate and life go on and on and on and on and on.

I wrote my Dad collects blackbox recordings, just to hear what people say when they realize what's coming about a second or so away he said it starts with "oh, shit" and it ends with "I'm sorry" and it plays in his head all the time and I thought oh, and it's so crazy the ways we all sabotage our very own peace of mind.

This bothers me because it's wrong everywhere I see it... "And potluck is something somewhere that we've never been" is pretty clearly "At a potluck or something, somewhere that we've never been." It sounds like that and it just makes way more sense.

This is awesome! Seems to be about growing up and old friends, amongst other things...