We met in the ninth grade, first day of school
Boy with glasses teach me the rules
Came over to my house and stole some CDs
The first Mother Love Bone and Nirvana’s “Bleach”
I’m sorry that I’ve been away
It’s too late for me to turn back
I can only remember the face of a distant memory
Boy with glasses
Boy with glasses
In the boy-scouts I heard guitar noise from a room
I asked him to find out who played the tune
Metal Popeye were jamming but it wasn’t them
He said “it was Pixies” and away he went home
I’m sorry that I’ve been away
It’s too late for me to turn back
I can only remember the face of a distant memory
Boy with glasses
Boy with glasses
Saturday morning
24 years on
I remember the good times, the bad ones I’ve shunned
Two years late from a post I just read
To see how you were doing and find out you were dead