Shooting Star

It was a cold November day
when you got the solemn face
you had the paper clenched in your hand
that said you were positive

We stopped by the coffee shop
thats where you got the shakes
It was your favorite place
I still go there every day

Remember when we used to play
out by the railroad tracks
You never had much to say
after your fathers heart attack

I remember when we took you in
and were the greatest friends
then we fought next to the couch
and my mother kicked you out

I was there freshman year
when you started cooking up
we never hung around
because you were to high

we forgot about old times
as life did pass us by
you suddenly dissappeared
nobody seemed to care

I was driving down the road
on a cold November night
You were laying in the grass
I swear that you were dieing

I took you back to my house
tried to nurse you back to health
but the disease pressed so far
and now you're a shooting star

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Greg
• Welch
• Shooting
• Star
• Original
• Aids
• Hiv
• Acoustic