To See the Sparks Fly

We first met one night behind Fallbrook Mall
You and Rick were walking around the parking lot
I was on my bike and I picked up a huge metal spring
And I threw it toward you as I rode by
It shot out golden sparks as it skidded against the pavement
So the three of us stayed together for a while
Throwing the spring around to see the sparks fly

Two years later I shot myself in the head
I had called you few days before
But you were ill and you couldn't put a band together
To play at my party; you were so disappointed

When you got out of the hospital
Daniel told you I had gone to Debbie’s house
And demanded that she take me back
When she said no, I showed her my father’s handgun
“Get out of here,” she said, and slammed the door on me
I walked across the street, sat down on the curb
And killed myself; we were 15

Two years after that, my picture was on the memorial page
Of our high school yearbook
You called it the death page and you laughed
“Why are you laughing?” the music teacher asked
You didn’t answer
Was it something about the sparks?