I venture through the park where we used to meet, and you knew me, I'd be so fucked up there. With no one to see, I'd take a seat knowing all were on their way. I dream of the right time, it's back where the sun shined, "old me" would sigh, now I wonder what disappointed me. I still see all my friends there, their just like me, they see beauty back in all our time spent with nothing to do. I'd wait if I knew I'd be always sunburned, always sunburned, man. You raised two little boys, that love a world so gone, that only have each other, we didn't want to see the world for what it is, we were just kids and you meant everything to us. You're words would sink and dig in deep, my innocent crippled beliefs were taken back when I first heard the piercing words that formed my world. I still reflect, I can't protect, some memories still soak my eyes. I don't know what it is, I'm still empty half the time. I don't know what it is, but the effect of all it did still trips me out. In some ways I stayed there at the park bench, waiting all night, waiting to tie sense with dulled eyes now knowing what disappointed me.