I got worried
Called your parents
Told them you were
Talking nonsense
We were so dug in on
Six hits of acid
I couldn't stop talking shit about
How cool I was as a kid
You closed the door on all of it
I hope you're okay anyway
You closed the door on all of it
I think about you everyday
We were prostrate
On my rooftop
Begging the sun god to
Stop turning us inside out
We disappeared into our teenage years
Before your salt and pepper hair
Before I knew what clothes to wear
And you saw fit to share
You closed the door on all of it
I hope you're okay anyway
You closed the door on all of it
I think about you everyday
You closed the door on all of it
I hope you're okay anyway
You closed the door on all of it
I hope you're okay anyway
You closed the door on all of it
I think about you everyday