John

We camped out beside the quarry
 And the trees did hide
 Our adolescent bodies
 From our parents and the world
 And though not quite alone
 Found peace in the unknown
 And we told stories of
 The girls we loved
 And what we had outgrown
 Felled a sycamore
 So we could learn
 How all great things
 Are destined to be turned to smoke
 And breathed into our lungs
 And I could just be me
 And he could just be free
 From being under the influence
 How different
 Our lives used to be
 Seldom do I think about him now
 But there's no way I'm forgetting
 Hoping that I never will allow
 To waste myself
 Now I'm regretting
 All the choices I have ever made
 That lead me to compromise
 A life that really isn't mine to trade
 How am I supposed to empathise
 He grew up too fast
 Never did return
 Never did I see him
 And never would he know
 That maybe I'd have saved
 If only we had stayed
 Camped out in the woodland
 I know I shouldn't
 But that's just how it goes
 Seldom do I think about him now
 But there's no way I'm forgetting
 Hoping that I never will allow
 To waste myself
 Now I'm regretting
 All the choices I have ever made
 That lead me to compromise
 A life that really isn't mine to trade
 How am I supposed to empathise
 Seldom do I think about him now
 Hoping that I never will allow
 All the choices I have ever made
 A life that really isn't mine to trade