//wip// I guess like Bri I have a habit of writing about myself or the people around me, so here's sth different ooopsss I think this is about a group of 13 year old boys mourning the death of Jim Morrison the day after his death (explaining it makes it lose its charm but wtv)
It's the 4th of July, 1971
Scott from next door calls me over to his backyard
There's a couple of cherry bombs and sparklers
Still loud and psychedelic in their big matchbox
He says, "Danny, do you wanna start up a fire?"
We've always been good boys, Sugar, Sugar
But tonight, it's a dry and red evening on the boardwalk
And we get chased off for lighting up the stalls
Our final salute to the Lizard King
..connie..
