Tom: A Dmaj7/B The gas inside the combustion engine Bm A Dmaj7/B took away all of the mystery and adventure from the walk to your house in the dark, Bm A Dmaj7/B so that we could stay out all night long and be king of all the roads, and the woods, and the lake, Bm A D or anything we chose, because everything was ours. Bm A D And we would spraypaint 'NRC' so that everyone would know. Dmaj7/B D We would break into the factory. Our childhood autonomy F#m E Dmaj7/B had no respect for authority, or property, or your asshole neighbors' complaints. D I still have all the keys to the forklifts that we F#m E never got a chance to drive around or tear the building down ourselves. Dmaj7/B D From the top of the water tower, F#m we spilled our guts on one another, E Dmaj7/B and we compiled them together, and we all shared the same heart. D And we hated all construction, F#m but we loved all their machines, E and they hated our destruction, Bm and we picked their locks apart. A D And we thought we were damn clever, Bm because they never kept us out, A D and we thought we'd live forever. Dmaj7/B Until the night when it got way too serious, D and you showed me your damaged wrists, F#m E and you broke down and we embraced and nothing at that time meant more to me. Dmaj7/B D And if I had only known that it would be the last time, F#m E we'd be on that level with one another I would have never let you go. Dmaj7/B D F#m E Dmaj7/B D I still walk those paths at night, but now just on my own. F#m E I recite to myself every story in hopes that I will never let them go. Dmaj7/B D F#m I'll hold on to every polaroid from France and Rome, E and remember the nights at the Alamo as if it were my second home. Dmaj7/B D And I know that we had no idea what we were doing, F#m E but an artist's first work can be his greatest under a different set of lenses. Dmaj7/B D Our ideas of staying close together for all time; F#m E I wish I still had that same state of mind.