The Same Tattoos

And I was born in the same town as you
Hell I even think we have the same tattoos

My mother hates it
When I smile and she sees you
Coming through me
Like a sun shines through thin glass

It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone
But you were and I never felt love

My uncle gave me
On the day that I turned thirteen
A black box that said "Gillette" rusted and scratched

And it was full of memories and memorabilia
And a necklace with a saint I wore in class

It's not like you were really gone, gone, gone, gone
But you were and I never felt love