[Verse 1: Whitmer Thomas]
Your voice got softer
Couldn't think of what to say when you'd call
Middle school was a couple haircuts and a Blink poster on my wall
Drawing the bat signal with a mechanical pencil
Acting like we were doing heroin, turning it into a needle

You flew me to South Florida
There was mangos falling from trees
Lizards on the sidewalks
And Haitian families barbecuing in the streets
Your girlfriend's bathroom
All her foreign shampoos
Perving out to a Maxim mag
Using her conditioner as lube
There's so much to talk about
Guess I never wanna bum you out

Took me to a thrift store
Bought me and you used suits
Drove to a country club
To meet some guy who said might hirе you
Your LeBaron broke down in the parking lot from thе heat
Walked to a skate shop
And still bought me a new complete
And I slouched down
Didn't want you to see I'd grown
Didn't want you to feel like you missed out
Didn't know what to call you then
Pops felt like a stretch
Dad was too typical
And daddy was a guy who left
[Verse 2: Dan Reeder]
And I don't think about it often
Guess I don't remember enough
Sitting here, you telling me about it now
Has got me remembering too much

Was weird to be consistent
Felt weird to say goodnight
Was weird when you got sick
And I could be there by your side

Felt weird to be sober
Was weird I didn't get to see you grow
To me, you'll always be
A little hat just sticking out the snow

Was nice to feel weird
A consistent kind of strange
Life got stuck on tumble dry
I sorta got used to the ache

I'll be collecting cans
And pushing paper
To work my way back to you
My Axie, my Axe-man, my little dude
My little dude
My little dude