It makes me remember all my friends who died, especially the summer when I mourned them. It was the happiest summer of my life... I was awake every night and went to the mountains with a bunch of people and everything was so in tune, we didn't do anything unpleasant that whole season. And it felt that in doing so we were honoring those who died so young, burned out fast but could still make us smile. We all thought (though none of us said it) that we should make a promise to mourn like this when each of us dies, that we're all remembered as we were. I had my own girl and boy to mourn besides the friend we'd all lost, both of mine junkies, so I kept asking someone to play this song on their guitar because the girl had loved it and shown it to me, and the boy had loved it too, and he might've given up at 14, but those were 14 years lived with a thirst for everything. I knew that if there was a day of reckoning I'd be right there next to him. "Yes, I lied and I cheated and I took drugs and I was impure, but I loved well, so open the gates for me." Whenever I wanted to give up afterwards I thought of him in a white hospital robe trying to hold on to my hand while they were wheeling him away, and I know that he'd never forgive stepping out of this coil until you're good and spent, struggling to breathe from laughing, struggling to see from crying, with your heart so full you can barely stand it.
It makes me remember all my friends who died, especially the summer when I mourned them. It was the happiest summer of my life... I was awake every night and went to the mountains with a bunch of people and everything was so in tune, we didn't do anything unpleasant that whole season. And it felt that in doing so we were honoring those who died so young, burned out fast but could still make us smile. We all thought (though none of us said it) that we should make a promise to mourn like this when each of us dies, that we're all remembered as we were. I had my own girl and boy to mourn besides the friend we'd all lost, both of mine junkies, so I kept asking someone to play this song on their guitar because the girl had loved it and shown it to me, and the boy had loved it too, and he might've given up at 14, but those were 14 years lived with a thirst for everything. I knew that if there was a day of reckoning I'd be right there next to him. "Yes, I lied and I cheated and I took drugs and I was impure, but I loved well, so open the gates for me." Whenever I wanted to give up afterwards I thought of him in a white hospital robe trying to hold on to my hand while they were wheeling him away, and I know that he'd never forgive stepping out of this coil until you're good and spent, struggling to breathe from laughing, struggling to see from crying, with your heart so full you can barely stand it.