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 didn't have a choice
We were boys
It was junior year
We started our first band
With my dad's guitar
And a pawn shop amp
We were writing songs
And singing covers
The year that we became
A band of brothers
We thought that we were headed for gold records
When really we were making lots of noise
We were boys
A lot sure happened because of those days
And somewhere along the way we became men
I learned what matters, and I found my place
But most of all how to be a friend
Now it don't seem fair
That all of you that's left
Is an old voicemail
And this scar I wear
But you still live on
In my memories
And every thought of you brings back
The boy in me
I wanna live each day that I'll be given
Remembering to make the kind of joy
When we were boys