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Lauren had a party. Charles cooked a heap of loveliness. Keri strung a booze-filled pinata over a low-hanging branch. Vanessa Jean wrapped a tree up in her art. Vinnie got a new tattoo. Lane corralled growlers. Anne made mixers. Shane got some new shades, then he and I stood in the backyard and practiced our archery while Micah sang a song about the six weeks he spent wandering out there on his own. Later, at a gas station just north of Baraboo, I sketched this song on a handful of Starbucks napkins. XOXO.
We were in the backyard, practicing our archery
Me and Shane and a quarter dollar bill.
Micah was singing that song, the one about the six weeks he spent wandering out the on his own.
The stars were quiet and calm; my brother was busy with his last breath--I couldn't have helped him if I tried.
So, here's what I know:
Cheat death once.
Don't ever take love for granted.
Stay soft, be brave.
Remember that everything's beautiful; don't worry much about the hurt.
Don't run away from yourself.
And hope, always hope.
It doesn't have to be like this, the hands and hopes I hurt.
It doesn't have to break their little hearts.
Wrap me up in youth or something beautiful--the hardest part is what I left unsaid.
Lie to me and tell me I'm okay.
Lie to me and hope that I'm okay.
I think I finally believe.
This is everything I dreamed.
I won't collapse under the weight of endless possibility--I think I finally believe.
Copyright, Tommy Vollman, 2017
released August 14, 2017
Lyrics, Music, Instruments, Vocals, and Hopes: Tommy Vollman
Whiskey Contrails Music, ASCAP