Hey Blue Heaven...

After all the thousand dramatic little plays

the tedious mechanics of a thousand treadmill days

kenetic or static, connections lost and found

how can you explain finding the same piece of ground

beneath our same feet, fitted now with different souls

souls worn as thin as our skin all sullied and scarred

and trapped, safely wrapped in bulletproof glass and barred

well I finally escaped, now I see you did too

and mostly we lived, as most people do

we use to dream of gingham skies and getting out

but we were just freshman, what did we know about

the world but sneaking in bars, making out in cars

struggling to carve out a space to call ours

those dreams fell apart, got muddled or shattered

though we planned and performed but none of that mattered

it's so hard to know what really will in the end

mostly just memories and the love of a friend...