This one's for
Shane Bennett from my past
We were 6 years old
when he moved away
to his grandfather's in Naperville
for reasons mom couldn't explain
But I learned about the widow-maker in the closet
and the man left swinging from it
Some things are best left not discussed;
but I must, but I must, but I must
This one's for
the man outside the White House
in Woodstock, IL
I filled in on drums that night
I wasn't informed of all the skinheads there
They dragged him to a place with dimmer lights
I saw a 6-on-1 of pain from the back window
and I kept my young eyes low
Some things are best left not discussed;
but I must, but I must, but I must
This one's for
yet another one of my ex-girlfriends
Sorry I wanted to be
that small black piece between your teeth
that embarrasses you when you hack at a smile
I know that you're trying
And I don't know a thing about the new you,
but I know that we're both okay
Some things are best left not discussed;
but I must, but I must, but I must