When I'm drawn
Towards the heavy star
I choose to remember
Your subtle way
Your dirty shades
Your endless praise
Your retro hate

Sleeping in your car
Eating breakfast in the park
Drinking gold until the morning

The barn, the stars
And your new guitar
Small towns, posers
Three white princes by the wall
The park, the dance, the dark
And this right here, the bird
Skateboard, Summer
Punk rock shows
How nothing is fun anymore

Seeing the world through your dirty shades