We were just three 26 year olds 
Sitting in a bar
I was daydreaming about being a star
And he said he might be Batman
That I might doubt it but he can 
Make me believe 
As he wipes his nose with his sleeve 
And I was tickled by the games we play
As Rock Paper Scissors goes my way
And Sinéad is on my other side 
She’s kind of the way I hide 
My true heart from you
Coz I’m scared you might want to
Take this down below 
And I’m a no show 
When it comes to that
I just want you to love me back
As we talk about Kurt Cobain and Amy Winehouse
And I’m hearing the words just drop from your mouth
In a year from now
We’ll be in that age somehow 
Coz we were all born on the 9-0
And I don’t want to wake up though
To you gone
And I’m drunk and so long
Rings in my head as I write an essay about you
Sinéad’s asleep and it’s a quarter past two 
And I write your name on a bar mat 
Coz I wanna remember you like that
And there’s no way I’ll see you again
But I catalogue a range of men
And you made the cut 
I touched your hand and it was what
You didn’t say that led me on
And I’m singing my own song
As I reminisce and I might have cried 
Coz there are people I’ve loved who’ve died 
And it’s more than nothing just to know 
You can love someone who let you go
And all I know is the Stillorgan Road
Is somewhere the traffic slowed 
As it went by your house 
And you live with your sister and your mouth
Looks inviting
But the in-fighting
In my brain pushes me away
I just want to remember you, okay
In two page and a half of semi slurred ink
Will be a reminder of someone that I think
Is pretty awesome cool
You’re even better than learning in school
All that I’ve come to be 
I hope that you’re reunited with me 
In some future dream 
I grasp you and I pull a seam