the plastic palm tree hell

I've heard again what you're going through And have found myself thinking we've grown apart. That the seasons change and each time you come back You come back more hurt than you were before. That somewhere along the way I've lost track Of your life, that I can't protect you anymore, And that you don't even want me to.

Though you have settled into your new roles, In my mind you're still that scared little man With blood under his nose and fire in his eyes And we are still there, staying up late Scheming against our parents like we have say in our lives Dreaming about having just what it takes To leave this place forever and burn down the world.

We meet every few months to feel normal for a while. Now it's all apologies, slips and falls. A gap of one year, seemingly benign, Endless explanations, missed jokes, missed calls, Guilt I cannot shake because you say it's fine, And that troubling weariness behind your smile.