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The track off of The Wonder Years’ latest album, ‘Suburbia I’ve Given You All And Now I’m Nothing.’

Lyrics:
Two dollars twenty-seven cents January 17th, 2006. Here in a diner with my friends talking about how the year went. A few years later, I walk in. Patti knew my drink and she asked where the hell we’ve been. “You used to come here every night. It’s not the same without you kids.” I cut my hand on a piece of glass the time we found Dave half-dead in the parking lot and spent the rest of the night in the ER. I cut my hand on a piece of glass and I hope the scar lasts so I don’t forget that there’s always been a table for me there. Through coffee eyes and blank stares, our late night affairs, there’s always been a table for me there. So you can try to forget or say it’s the past. You know, you’ll always end up right back where you left. I ended up here late at night on Thanksgiving the fall that Colleen left. This was a place to call home when it felt like the world didn’t want us. I watched Mike slash Mon’s tires. We laughed about it later. I watched friendships dissolve in the booth on the back wall. There’s always been a table for me there, through all of the years.
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Coffee Eyes
(For Patti.)
May 2010

Two dollars twenty-seven cents January 17th, 2006. Here in a diner with my friends talking about how the year went. A few years later, I walk in. Patti knew my drink and she asked where the hell we’ve been. “You used to come here every night. It’s not the same without you kids.” I cut my hand on a piece of glass the time we found Dave half-dead in the parking lot and spent the rest of the night in the ER. I cut my hand on a piece of glass and I hope the scar lasts so I don’t forget that there’s always been a table for me there. Through coffee eyes and blank stares, our late night affairs, there’s always been a table for me there. So you can try to forget or say it’s the past. You know, you’ll always end up right back where you left. I ended up here late at night on Thanksgiving the fall that Colleen left. This was a place to call home when it felt like the world didn’t want us. I watched Mike slash Mon’s tires. We laughed about it later. I watched friendships dissolve in the booth on the back wall. There’s always been a table for me there, through all of the years.