Story Time, Pt. 2

A man at a bar He played guitar He drank hard Then he died His funeral service was long and boring My aunt made me go I was only 7 so I didn't understand the concept of death I was just a happy boy My aunt would take me to Central Park on Saturdays and I'd just dance around It was peaceful Happy boys. And happy girls Time and Time again The story is told And this one of those I was in the park with my aunt dancing around! Frolicking! I started skipping so fast that my legs were bloated with blood I zoomed around the park and went faster and faster. FASTER AND FASTER And then I saw a girl who was one year older than me, 8 years old I stopped in my tracks She looked happy too And then time sped by. I forgot it existed. It left me, and her, alone And now we're together, without time