Moon Setting

It was always like, Hey, brah
The f-ing moon’s setting on us
We gotta get outta this place
Because our folks
Are gonna freak if we not home
When da sun come up

All those good young days
Now mostly passing thought blurs
Every stunt could have been
The last thing we ever did

But surviving it all
I sit at my desk and write
My mind straying over old music
Out into a darkening sky
How our moments go

The moon is so clean full
Those dangerous down and dirty
Stupid stunts we used to pull
Out drinking under age all night

And always up above us
There was that pristine angel coin
Floating in her phases across the sky
Before us, and after we’re gone
So pure among the stars

And will live on this way
Long after she’s lost sight of us