The broken telephone pole looks kinda like a cross
And the pilate is speaking at the basketball court
I walked you down to your rez car
Smelling of cheap food and open containers.
This is how and where I remember you
In a town where the seasons never change.
Where the HOA keeps the lawns green but
There's always blood on the tracks
I guess that's as good a reason as any to go mad
To drive your family up the wall and your friends down the street
At 90 an hour putting salt in your wounds.
While I sat shotgun almost content
This is how and where I remember you
Well I loved you and hated You and spat on your grave
After your film reel ended without a resolution.
And I walked home alone without anyone to carry
Well I left the town and life we never liked
The place you said we could never escape
Well a new place and a new town really do change you
The grass isn't greener but the air is quite clean
Without the rotten bastard worthy of my memory
This is how and where I remember you.
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Lucy Richardson
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