It started with a red scarf,Or so I've been told.A confident young punker,Sarcastic and bold. I went to buy strings,For the Schecter I've since hung on the wall,You were fancy and handsome,Puka shell necklace an all. From there it was burritos,Climbing and beers,Complaining about our now x's,Talking futures and fears. Then there was a pub [...]