From April to August

We were only together
From April to August
From Spring thru Summer
She was fine, She was mine

We’d hit the dive bars
And the record shops
From Spring thru Summer
I was her fan and her man

Sometime after Labor Day
She said she was movin’ away
Her father got a job up North somewhere
I told her to write or call
I never heard from her at all
It was a gloomy Fall – life felt so unfair
I didn’t buy the thought that she didn’t care

Cause she took something of mine as a souvenir
It was my favorite gray hoodie from my Senior year
And she gifted me this beat up Martin six string
But when I play it, I don’t feel a goddamn thing
All I wanna do now is go back in time to Spring
On that Seattle night when we made out to Sting
Those weeks we were together from April to August
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust

We had only dated
From April to August
Trips to Capitola
We held hands, saw cool bands

We’d go watch the ocean
We’d go mountain biking
From Spring to Summer
Drank barley wine, It was divine

Sometime after Labor Day
She said she was movin’ away
Her father got a job up North somewhere
I told her to write or call
I never heard from her at all
It was a gloomy Fall – life felt so unfair
I didn’t buy the thought that she didn’t care

Cause she took something of mine as a souvenir
It was my college ring I bought my Senior year
She gifted me this beat up Martin six string
But when I play it, I don’t feel a goddamn thing
All I wanna do now is go back in time to June
On that night when we kissed under the moon
Those weeks we were together from April to August
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust

October 14, 2018

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She’s Datin’ a Bad Boy

Her grades began to slip
from A’s & B’s to C’s & D’s
Her current choice of schoolboy
won’t give her fond memories
He’s been makin’ her feel guilty
He don’t respect her one bit
He’s a cocky lil’ sumbitch
Born to end up a misfit

She’s datin’ a bad boy
Oh, he’s not gonna be Mister Right
Ah, but she don’t know any different
so she loves him with all her might
She’s datin’ a greaseball
And he knows she’s outta his league
Cause he can’t help bein’ a bad boy
and she can’t help bein’ intrigued

Up nightly on her phone
maybe one day she’ll learn
Instead of taking care of her
He’ll go and never return
Maybe they’ll end up with a baby
and another one on the way
Then he’ll pick a fight & take off
but she’ll be wishin’ he’d stay

She’s datin’ a bad boy
Oh, he’s never gonna be “The One”
You can see it right in his icy eyes
He’ll eventually cut and run
She’s datin’ a scumbag
And he knows he don’t deserve her
Cause he can’t help bein’ a runner
They could be like her Mom & I were…

Bridge:
Maybe she thinks he’s a fixer-upper
Maybe he’ll change his reckless ways
Maybe she knows he’s just actin’ out
and he’s just goin’ through a phase
They could get thru all the hardships
Maybe they’ll learn from their mistakes
Guess I should just be there for her
Just in case her young heart breaks

She’s growin’ up and can date him
It’s not worth a damaging fight
Who am I to meddle with the little man
He’s someone like me who holds her tight
Maybe under all that stuff he wears
right down to the familiar Converse shoes
He’s no crazy tattooed biker dude
and I’m pickin’ up on all the wrong clues

She’s told me to stay out of it
so that’s what I’m gonna do
This bad boy turned Dad of hers knows
he’s got a lot to live up to

This bad boy turned Dad of hers knows
the inner pain that kid is goin’ through

She’s datin’ a bad boy…

October 6, 2018