The first of the gang to die (2010)

We spent hot summers out on dying grass.
A yellow jungle of dirt and defeat.
With a deflated leather ball,
we kicked around our dreams.

And chased them off to a bigger city.

Our innocence was the first to die.
Thick as thieves, holier than matrimony,

we never looked back.

A spent youth is never wasted.
Drinking beer. Smoking pot.
We could even pop a few pills
and make it to work the next morning.

Only that’s changed now.
I went after a bigger city,
forgetting to look back.
And you? You’re in another world now.