she'd come home on the weekends
i'd spend more money than I had
she'd call me on the week nights when she was sad
guess i knew what to say
we forgot our friends
we forgot our age
we'd talk real big
I'd swear to god that I was saved
I never wanted to marry
we'd make honeymoon plans
now she's taking trains to Seattle
I'm driving fast on the 215
we both said things, she fucked me up I'd never gotten so goddamn mean
but next time I say I love you I'll be careful who it's to I'm not mad, we were over our heads
we've got some growing up to do
we'd talk til there were no words
I'd fall asleep on the phone I'd count the days, I'd chain smoke til she was coming home
to lay with me, it got a little bit crazy. I got a little bit crazy.
It got a little scary
she got a little scared
It's hard to say I don't know if I mean it but I hope you're happy hope you're doing well. It's hard to say but I have to say it. I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy
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It's unfortunate that Marietta disbanded, but they couldn't have ended on a better note. As it Were is a reflection into a lot of youths' struggle with both aging and losing friends to time, and that it's okay to feel those things, even if for a little while. Halfrican Jones