chosen few

i wish we were old and had two kids
closing up the house for a weekend in the mountains
packed a few beers and the didgeridoo
thing one, thing two like the tickle on their lips

remember the weddings at 21?
we don't talk to them much anymore, do we?
cause we got california golden deals
but they didn't feel right so we forced our options open.

and you stood by the door in my t-shirt,
jacket in your hand
the chosen few slip through!

the fright of trees held up by sticks
cement lagoons, and late nights in the jacuzzi
today we meet in a tougher place
our dreams combat co-opted optimism

drawing D for divorce over yearbook faces
and an H in the margin where it seems to have worked
and a blank is like our question mark
though you saw Kyle and you said he was not like us

and you stood by the door in my t-shirt,
jacket in your hand
damn, you looked good!

i kiss you and you leave again
my t-shirts always come back clean
i wish we were old and had two kids
but we're way too young, way too young, way too young...

and you stood by the door in my t-shirt,
jacket in your hand
somehow we slipped through.
the chosen few