I grew up in that cliché-overdone-typical-small-town

My best friend's face more familiar than

My own. Our fingers creased with sandy brown

As we played in our sandbox of way-back-when

Same place, same faces, same dreams

Get out, find a city and never look back

The anthem of our high school sports teams

Small shops, one theater and that diner, "The Shack"

You know the game,

Just

Ignore the cries -

Sever those ties

Sever those ties

Poor child.

He left her that same night

Where everyone could hear.

They all watched him take flight

He's easier to hate when he's not near.

The judgment, the gossip, the shame

When will you learn, dear friend?

You can't put out that fire with a flame

When will you learn, lost soul?

You know the game,

Just

Ignore the cries -

Sever those ties

Sever those ties

Poor child.