Nicktown RD

We’d mention it once or twice by the lake
At the edge of the spot that split dry from wet
And the rope swing was broken and had been for years
Crawdads and iron bridge roads
Sundays meant herding local feral goats
And no one thought twice if a t-shirt were to just disappear

But you can only go home once on your 15th birthday I hear
And childish notions left behind or held onto like memory souvenirs
I knew that you oh so well, but that person might as well have dwelled
In a bag in a box at the bottom of the deep blue sea
For all the person you now mean to me.

I thought to think of you now and then
As the years go on more then than anything
But I go by there enough to keep it pictured in my head
Homemade iced tea and our first cigarettes
Stories of sexual escapades that hadn’t happened yet
And a touch or a glance in the moments our hearts met

But you can only turn 21 enough to wish it would never come
Afterwards you lose the meaning, just another lap around the sun
I knew that me oh so well, but that person I was might as well have dwelled
In a bag in a box at the bottom of the deep blue sea
For all the person he now means to me.

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