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there is a guy who used to be a cashier at a wawa (convenience store) in southern new jersey where i grew up. his name was kareem. he was always there when my friends and i would walk over at 2 am and hang out in the parking lot.

i wrote this song in austin when i found out the wawa where kareem worked had been closed and changed to another no-name convenience store. those of you who know wawa know its superiority to any other convenience store in the world.

but more importantly it just gave me a reality check. that such a monumental staple of my childhood could be closed and replaced with something else instantaneously.

the song is about time slipping away and growing up, which if you haven’t noticed by now are two things I sing about a whole lot.

lyrics

Stare at the pack
Of menthol cigarettes
It’s empty
But so am I

Too tired to call
Someone far from here
Open one more beer
It tastes good

Turn my speakers up
Hear my friends' songs
Hear my friend’s voice
Once again

And I will drift through my twenties
Covered in confetti
Pogo for bands
That still make me happy

I don’t mean to sound bitter
But sometimes it still is
Just like when we were kids

Bottle full of whiskey, bag half full of powder
Southbound Route 42 in the midnight hours
Blowing past the tolls on the Ben Franklin Bridge
Feeling small and swallowed in a world that's way too big
We’re scraping up the spirit of the roads that bring us home
Thinking of the ways that we have learned to live alone
The price that’s paid for distance, see it in our eyes
Useless tired slits—suburban youth belied

I dream of parking lots with faces I know well
I dream convenience stores where I know the cashier's name
I dream of sweeter days and cheap champagne
Drunken friends, commuter trains
I dream of burning up that last piece of wood

We're all burning up slowly
We're all burning up slowly

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from Never Wanted to Be Cool, released February 26, 2013
Trumpet: Darian Momanaee
Bass: William Wallace

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