The Insurect Years

Summer`s here and I will never speak to you.<br /> These precious memories and the way you thought<br /> you`d be from the first time I saw your face,<br /> to the last time I was in this place.<br /> You had it all together then until you sold it all to heroin.<br /> <br /> And now im giving up.<br /> I wish I could just say those things you told me<br /> once before about not giving up.<br /> I miss you now you`ve died in dreams a thousand times before.<br /> <br /> Like a long rope from an old tree, hangs a good friend.<br /> But only in dreams, I drip dry tears; when will I see you again?<br /> I`ll never see you again.<br /> Summer`s gone and I will never speak to you.<br /> <br /> With a needle in your arm and the red light on,<br /> would you clean up for a song?<br /> Well here it is, it`s for the better, this one`s for Dawn.<br />