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A Year Ago Today

A year ago today I was a formative boy

Randomly generating, haphazard and coy

 

A year ago today, although I thought I seemed the same,

I guess I hardly even knew me         

 

A year ago today I wish I knew exactly what to say 

To stop this future self from longing for those days

 

Cause a year ago today I thought I knew what pain was like
Then a spear was stabbed straight through me

 

So if I had a mirror to a cold December day

I think I’d look myself in those brown eyes and I’d say:        

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Oh, sweet boy

Pick up your head

I’m talking about me, not you

Oh, sweet kid with the gold-rimmed glasses

There’s so much you can do

I’d tell you everything gets better but that's not quite true

 

A year ago today in the garden, climbing over the wall

For the weeds I'd pluck in a pillbox, they’d grow so very tall

 

A year ago today I was the snowy quiet footprint

In the dirt beneath Manhattan

 

A year ago today those eyes were brighter, bigger, clean      

Who knew a smiling soul could turn so very mean?

 

A year ago today, although I thought I seemed the same,

I guess I hardly even knew me.          

 

But now it’s bedtime and the sun has run its course

Its many changes and here I am, voice hoarse

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Oh sweet boy,

With the aching mind

I’m talking about me, not you

Oh, sweet kid with the slight trouble talking

I know it makes you pretty blue 

I’d tell you everything gets better but it can’t be true

But I’ll tell you everything gets better, ‘cause that’s what I do

 

(everything gets better)
 

I’m in the corner now in the crusty dark

Overheating in a pain I don’t quite understand

I haven’t slept a wink 

I can’t tell truth from lie

Longing for a year ago today 

What happened to that guy?

I know he didn’t move a inch I know but 

Saying it’s not right

This isn’t funny anymore

That’s a far cry

But my mom is in the kitchen

To the sound of Sky Blue Sky

Some things never change

 

Oh sweet boy

In the cracked mirror there 

I know it’s hard, trust me I do

Oh sweet boy, with the unkempt hair

I’m talking about me and you

I’d tell you everything gets better cause it might be true

I’ll tell you everything gets better ‘cause that’s what I do

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I guess I hardly even knew me

I guess I hardly even knew me

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Music and lyrics by Sam Hurwitz