Lyrics: Mae Martin
Music: Mae Martin
Hey, man, I hadn't seen you for a long time
New Year's Eve and you were high
But you were always kind
Still stuck at sixteen
Nobody colluding
Jessie, I remember how you'd come to all our shows
Afterwards, you'd tell me big ideas of your own
I guess I'd heard that you were down
I didn't want to pry
People get back up or else they die
Your cousin called and I just knew that it was bad news
Same story, different details
Just like David
Just like all the live wire boys I knew at school
So funny and so cool
I have a memory of picking up
I'm in the front seat of a stranger's car
A big old Cadillac
Driven by a maniac
Forgot that you were in the back
I was not alone in fact
Thanks for making sure I got out of the front seat of that car
Thanks for talking to me in the park
I didn't know you well enough
To feel like I was let down by your pain
I had a hunch we were the same
I guess I'd heard that you were down
Didn't want to pry
Next time
Next time I'll ask why
People always get back up
They always get back up
They always get back up or else they die
People get back up unless they die