If you look real close
You can see it there
Right above my eye
There's a scar I wear
And I can't recall
Who started it
But I ran my mouth a little too much
The day my face met your fist
I never thought I'd hear you say I'm sorry
But your mom said that you [A7didn't have a choice
We were boys
It was [Am7]junior year
We started our first band
With my [A]dad's guitar
And a pawn shop amp
We were writing songs
And singing covers
The year that we became
A band [Bm]of brothers
We thought that we were headed for [Dm7]gold ɾecords
When ɾeally we were making lots of noise
We were boys
A lot sure happened because of those days
And somewhere along [Am]the way we became men
I learned what matters, and [Bm]I found my [A]place
But most of all [Em]how to [C7]be [Am]a friend
Now it don't seem [A]fair
That all [Em]of you [A7that's left
Is an old voicemail
And this scar I wear
But you [A7still live on
In my [A]memories
And every thought of you [A7brings back
The boy in me
I wanna live each day that I'll be [Am]given
Remembering to [C7]make the kind of joy
When we were boys
