The Same Tattoos

nd I was born in the same town as you,
 Hell, I even think we have the same tattoos.
 Mother hates it when I smile and she sees you coming through me,
 Like the sun shines through thin glass.
 It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone,
 But you were and I never felt love.
 It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone,
 But you were and I never felt love.
 My uncle gave me on the day that I turned 13,
 A black box that said "Gillette," rusted and scratched,
 And it was full of memories and memorabilia,
 And a necklace with a saint I wore in class.
 It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone,
 But you were and I never felt love.
 It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone,
 But you were and I never felt love.
 It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone,
 But you were and I never felt love.
 It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone gone,
 But you were and I never felt love.