Twang.

-This was written about the same guy I always write about. I tried to write about him a million times, but it all came out way too sappy. This is written in a gritty, old, country kind of way... Which is silly, and stupid, and making light of a hard situation. Which was way more our style. :) So read this in a southern accent, the more exaggerated the better, and feel free to laugh at some serious shit.


Come on in, gather round, and I'll tell you the story bout when I left town.
Me and Mady, that was my best friend, had the house to ourselves and a whole weeked
To do what we want and drink what we please,
only problem was, we only had a buck o three.
So Mady called her dude, who said he had a pal
Who had a case of beer and a pack of pal mals.
But he said he wouldn't show if there weren't no girls
we didn't know any but we gave it a whirl.
We called every gal we'd ever known, said "party at our place!"
And wouldn't you know,
A bunch of painted up skanks and a couple dumb hos
rolled up to the house with some wine and cigarettes
short mini skirts and black fishnets.
It wasn't long before the boys walked in,
and how I wish I knew now, what I didn't know then.
He was at least six three and about a buck ten
With skull tattoos and a wicked grin.
He walked right in and gave me a beer,
Said, "My name's Nathan and I'm new around here."
I looked around at the pretty dumb girls,
spillin thier drinks and twisting their curls.
Thought there's no way he's gonna want me,
short, and fat, and chuggin on whiskey.
But boy was I wrong, dead wrong in fact,
because later that night, I was on my back.
Get your head out the gutter, I aint no floozy.
But I did lay in the grass and let him kiss me.
And let me tell you, what a mistake that was
because before I knew it,
we were in love.
Like I loved him, and he loved me
and we both had a likin for gettin high and gypsies.
So we put our interests to work and packed a bag
set our sights for California and our drug dealers pad.
We started walkin and I stuck out a thumb
and it wasn't long before we were long gone.
Sleepin in parks, buildin fires on the beach, smokin dope, and livin free.
He told me stories of where we'd go
about Las Angelos and San Francisco.
It was in a doorway, a quarter past three,
cuddeled up on the Haight and Ashbury concrete,
when he looked in my eyes and said the words
that would completely change my universe.
Said, "I love you girl, more than you know." and I knew that wherever he went, I was gonna follow.
Sometime later, we made it up north to his grandmas pad in a trailor park.
It was Christmas time, and his mama hated me
So she bought me a ticket for a train headed out at three.
I kissed Nathan goodbye, and he promised me,
That no distance could hold him and he'd be back for me.
He said he'd be back by the first, to be my new years kiss.
But what year he meant must have been the part I missed.
I watched the seasons roll by, without so much as a call to say, "Hi."
It would be two years 'for I saw him again,
Just as beautiful and strung out on Heroin.
He said he wouldn't leave, and if he did,
I wouldn't have to worry unless his guitar went with him.
I tried to save him, I helped him fight, but after eight days he left in the night.
I checked the room, and he was gone,
He took his guitar but left me this song.
So to all you girls who think love conquers all? Don't fall for a boy who smokes Pal Mals.