I dreamed I was back in school
Before the war
With my negative self
And my overbite and my rugby stripes
And I was on the bleachers then
With Alex from Middletown North
Wished I could've woken up in his dirty bed
Drank his dip and worn his t-shirt home
Stained with Manic Panic
And chocolate from a Charleston Chew
He dyed his hair in his mother's sink
Said the color of rain would do him good
Turn his blues
Make him dance if he wanted to
Said where you running to with that broken heart
And a cashier's income
Then I walked home half alone
With a fifth of gin in my backpack
And an unswallowed pill in my pocket
That I'll lose in the wash with everything else
And I thought about the nighttime parties
And the laugh you could hear to the racetrack
It doesn't make sense at all to miss him like I do
But I do
I wanna see him in the streetlight
I wanna see him in this pool light
I wanna wake up in his dirty bed
In his sobered kindness
If you see him, look at him good
Tell him, baby, I hope someday I can find you
Like the moon and the stars I will find you
Like the moon and the stars
I will always find you