4th of July, Philadelphia (SANDY) - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Step down from the SEPTA to the empty street

4th of July, 2015

Made plans with Sam and Alex G

Got this old feeling

More than a memory

Met at the Pep Boys on Aramingo

Van is full up of fireworks and drunk people

Get in instead with Alex’s friend Bo

Says, «Watch your step, man

There’s precious cargo»

And it landed like a joke

Like rubber-banded bundles of dope

How many universes

Am I alive and dead in?

A new one every second

The path of least resistance

Can’t make it matter

My life is sliding by

Bo’s going 70

Side street to Kensington

His eyes are X’s and his head’s out the window

When he rolls right over some family’s Roman candle

Cuts the engine, gets out, then lights a cigarette

The dad is spitting mad

He brought a scary scary uncle

Gun in his waistband

How many universes

Am I alive and dead in?

A new one every second

And then the bat hit Bo’s head

Can’t make it matter more

Can’t make it matter more

Can’t make it matter more

My life is sliding by

Don’t really know these kids

A little old for this

This city’s dangerous

I guess I’m fine, though

My depression suddenly lifted

All the adrenaline shocked my nervous system

Swore I’d be present and grateful for every second

Later the feeling faded

I couldn’t help it

How many universes

Am I alive and dead in?

A new one every second

And then the bat hit Bo’s head

How many universes

Am I alive and dead in?

A new one every second

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