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