The Same Tattoos

I was born in the same town as you
Hell, I even think we have the same tattoos
My mother hates it when I smile
Like a sunshine through thin glass

It's not like you were really gone gone gone gone
But you were
And I never felt love (x2)

My uncle gave me on the day that I turned thirteen
A black box, it said Gillette, rusted and scratched
And it was full of memories and memorabilia
And a necklace with the saints I wore in class

It's not like you were really gone gone gone gone
But you were
And I never felt love (x4)