Monongahela Park

It's been too fucking long

I haven't seen you since we were kids

And I rode a freight train out

To come visit you in Pitt

And you laughed so loud

Let your hand rest on my knee

I sip on a tonic 'cause, I've been trying not to drink

And I flash back to us in Monongahela Park

And the cheap bottle of scotch, we shared as the sky went dark

I'll drive you home, it's getting late

You smile and ask me if we can stay

I'll take you home, you're on the way

We watch as the night starts a slow decay

I'll drive you home, it's getting late

Cherry floats off your cig'

And you say you wanna hear the band

And ask if it's still hard for me to still sing about Diane

And I kinda shrug, "I mean it's not really up to me"

I hand you a light and say, "Dolly still sings about Jolene"

And I flash back to us in Monongahela Park

Where we're chain-smoking at dusk, damaged teenage hearts

I'll drive you home, it's getting late

You said it's been a year since you felt okay

I'll take you home, you're on the way

You lean in and I turn my face away

I'll drive you home, it's getting late

My heart's a nail bomb

I built it so no one could ever get close again

I try to stay calm, but you slam the door, and I'm already shaking

I collapse on the street

I saw the look on your face, I know what it means

I'll drive you home, it's getting late

You leaned in and I turned my face away