Beautifully… - For Stars

We spend our childhood nights

In the warm suburban lights

All the surfers and the punks

They all scared me

And we hopped the Mission walls

And we’d run through longest halls

To courtyard where the girl

Gave hands to me

And the memories that I have

Of my beautifully fucked-up Dad

Are the strangest memories

That I have

He broke my Mom’s heart

And he tore us all apart

But the magic in his smile

Brought him back to me

And the memories that I have

Of my beautifully messed-up Dad

Are the strangest memories

That I have