We Who Walked Home
I was the kid nobody noticed
quiet steps, name you just skim over
stuck to the edges of every damn room
while the rest filled the halls with yelling
while the rest filled the halls with yelling
He was trouble, always bouncing around
laughing too loud, shoving through people
didn’t really look at anyone
but somehow I got dragged into his mess
but somehow I got dragged into his mess
We took the bus to town when the evening fell
Drank from plastic cups, talking low
And when the last ride home was gone
There was nothing left but the long dark road
We walked those miles when the lights were out
Found places to crash where no one else would go
That was our time — or so I thought
Sixteen years old, freezing by the bus stop wall
He picked fights for no damn reason
I just stood back and let it blow over
He walked like the night was his playground
and I tagged along to feel less dead inside
and I tagged along to feel less dead inside
Without him I’d still be home
flipping channels, staring at the clock
He used my quiet when it was convenient
but we still laughed our way through the nights
but we still laughed our way through the nights
He got the girls, owned every room he walked into
I hung back, just outside the picture
Sometimes he used me to get what he wanted
but I still showed up the next damn night
but I still showed up the next damn night
He didn’t give a shit about me really
but we always ended up walking side by side
Total opposites, nothing in common
yet some nights we couldn’t shake each other
yet some nights we couldn’t shake each other
We headed downtown when the darkness fell
Drank from plastic cups, voices carrying low
When the last bus left us behind
There was no way out, just the cold night’s glow
We walked home when the lights were gone
Found shelter where no one else would go
That was our time — my best friend and I
We were just teens, and the streets didn’t care at all
Now I walk different streets on my own
He’s gone — loud and far away somewhere
But when the wind cuts right through me
I feel those nights again — not his voice, just the cold
We went to town just to feel something
to get away from the walls and the silence at home
When the last light died in the stairwell
it was me who kept walking — and didn’t make it back
Under a sky that never gave a fuck about us
I slept in spots no one else would touch
That was my time, my shadow, my fight
A teenage kid — who nobody really saw
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