Back Row

Do you remember when
Basements felt like stadiums
Under the glow of Christmas lights
People packed together
On the best goddamn nights of our lives

And I regret every single show
That I spent in the back row
Talking shit on my phone
Behind a table all alone

Every party that I skipped
Every friend I lost touch with
But when the crowd would sing along
It felt like we belonged

Body odor and cigarettes
There were nights when toxic masculinity
Couldn't even ruin the mosh pit
And damn I miss the taste
Of a duct taped dented beer drenches SM-58

Every single show
When we were right in the front row
Screaming every fucking word
Feeling seen and being heard
We were outcasts we were freaks
We were idealists we believed
When the band played our favorite songs

We felt like we belonged
We felt like we belonged
We felt like we belonged
We felt like we belonged

We felt like we belonged