Billy May

Birthday in February like all of my favourite friends
The first thing I worked out when I found out about you then
I was always terrified it would happen again
So much so that it took a whole year to let it in

Now it’s not so strange, I’ve had time to collect my wits
But all the signs in Abbotsford make me a little sick
Still I’m pretty quick to laugh at all the weight of it
Until I stop and count up all the years I’ve had to miss

Not that that’s good or bad, it’s just the number six
Still don’t understand the way my sense of it’s not fixed
I don’t think my brain and heart will ever truly mix
Or if I’ll tell my mother that I went ahead with this

Part of mе believes shе’s kinda known it all along
But then again she could be shocked and appalled by this song
No one in my life thinks that I did anything wrong
Except for me right after he said I could not have gone

Just another thing that happened, made me feel alone
Something else that showed me I could be free on my own
Maybe when I killed you I killed any sense of home
But I’ve always felt the most myself when I’m out on the road