The Same Tattoos

And I was born in the same town as you,

Hell, I even think we have the same tattoos.

Mother hates it when I smile and she sees you coming through me,

Like the sun shines through thin glass.

It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone,

But you were and I never felt love.

It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone,

But you were and I never felt love.

My uncle gave me on the day that I turned 13,

A black box that said "Gillette," rusted and scratched,

And it was full of memories and memorabilia,

And a necklace with a saint I wore in class.

It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone,

But you were and I never felt love.

It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone,

But you were and I never felt love.

It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone,

But you were and I never felt love.

It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone gone,

But you were and I never felt love.