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Back in the day we’d wait for after dark, walk from Aaron’s house straight into Lion’s Park. The cops stopped us once, we told ‘em it was cigars, they didn’t buy it. There’s nothing like the feeling you get when you’re breaking the law and you’re just a kid. But when they put you in cuffs, that feeling of regret? You won’t forget it. Behind Salt Brook School it was my first time, then we walked to Matt’s house to get stuff for our eyes. We waited in the driveway while he talked to his parents inside. Poland Spring bottles and apple cores, getting paranoid about the neighbors next door. If the girls only knew, would they still think I was a nerd? Like the way kids do, I built it up in my head. It was a secret we shared, just me and my friends. And that made it special, only we’d understand. Now I see it on the streets of Denver Rock City, people sucking on pens like it’s Mos Eisley. It’s a super drag, and they’re sucking out the feeling. It’s the way it always goes with growing up, you gotta say goodbye to the things you love. Dudes, is anyone still rolling blunts? Gimme ten more years I’ll find something else to get all self-righteous and nostalgic about, but that’s a long way away. I know something we can do right now. My car. I’ll drive. And we’ll fly. We don’t gotta hit 88 to fly right back to the glory days. My car, outer space. We can fly back to the glory days.

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from Fantasy Machine, released November 13, 2015

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