Three friends
...willing to risk it all...
Three boys
...hearts so small...
2 different towns,
not enough gas money to go around.
Weekend visits are what we live for,
...Longing to see the only face we adore...
Its comical how those phone calls are what get us by.
You put us under some kind of spell,
...give us some sort of high...
That is...until it happens.
The first 2 fall apart,
...you know its coming...
Trying quickly to shield your heart.
But its too late.
Your next.
Now your a world away from everything you shared,
And often you find yourself wondering
...if they even cared...
Trying to stop the tears,
Or calm the beating in your chest,
Then you remember-
Ripping you to pieces,
...thats what boys do best...
