Winter of 2005

I got my first real three string
Got it from Rajeev’s car
Played it till I jarred every string
Was the winter of 2005

Me and some guys from school
Had a band and we tried real hard
V.B. crashed and P.K got stalked
Should have know, we won’t get far

Standing on Alberto’s porch
He told me, my guitar won’t last forever
Oh and I held my heart,
On hearing the price quoted by that old geezer
Back in the winter of 2005

There was no use in complaining
When you got only three strings to work with
Spent my evenings down at InOrbit
And that’s where I met you... yeah

You were my friend’s stalker
But I lost my heart to you
And when we saw your text
P.K. said its now or never
Back in the winter of 2005

Girl, you were stalking P.K.,
I was young and horny, and needed to unwind
I guess some things were just meant to be ...yeah

Now that the times are changing
Look at everything that’s come and gone
Sometimes when I play my old three string
Thinking about it all, wondering what went wrong

Standing on Alberto’s porch
He told me, my guitar won’t last forever
Oh and I held my heart,
On hearing the price quoted by that old geezer
Back in the winter of 2005

Oh when I look back now, the winter seemed to last forever
And if I had a choice, I’d rather never be there
Those were worst days of our life
Back in the winter of 2005