John

We camped out beside the quarry And the trees did hide Our adolescent bodies From our parents and the world And though not quite alone Found peace in the unknown And we told stories of The girls we loved And what we had outgrown Felled a sycamore So we could learn How all great things Are destined to be turned to smoke And breathed into our lungs And I could just be me And he could just be free From being under the influence How different Our lives used to be Seldom do I think about him now But there's no way I'm forgetting Hoping that I never will allow To waste myself Now I'm regretting All the choices I have ever made That lead me to compromise A life that really isn't mine to trade How am I supposed to empathise He grew up too fast Never did return Never did I see him And never would he know That maybe I'd have saved If only we had stayed Camped out in the woodland I know I shouldn't But that's just how it goes Seldom do I think about him now But there's no way I'm forgetting Hoping that I never will allow To waste myself Now I'm regretting All the choices I have ever made That lead me to compromise A life that really isn't mine to trade How am I supposed to empathise Seldom do I think about him now Hoping that I never will allow All the choices I have ever made A life that really isn't mine to trade