Salvages

Boston's colder than it usually is
My mom says to give her best
I'm an idiot, but at least I can say that with my chest
Another fistfight in the parking lot
I heard Michael tried to hang himself
It's not funny that the belt snapped, but I'm laughing 'bout it now

Everyone I know is sober now or dead
And the straight-edge kids, for some reason, all left the messiest
Annie's only twenty-one, but has three kids
I don't talk much to my parents, except when I get sick again

Stole a trench coat from the Wiltern
Drove home drunk by accident
Dreamt I lost on Wheel Of Fortune, what a weird coincidence
God, I want to call him so bad it might kill me
Spit up every single word inside my head
But I can settle for a couple hours of staring at my hands

Everyone back home is married or engaged
Another body in the quarry, another unfamiliar name
I heard Emily's got bone cancer, but I don't know what stage
Don't feel too much different, all I know is I don't
I don't feel the same

Oh god, summer's headed my way with a vengeance
Last time I went home, I started to get seasick
And there's a motherfucking deer trapped on Salvages
I don't talk much to my parents, except for unpaid bills and funeral invitations