Zac Jones - Hudson (Voice Memo) Lyrics

My friend
That word does not even begin to describe our relationship
Blood thicker than water
Blood running deep
I never understood that saying until I looked back on my life growing up alongside you.
When we were younger we would play hide and seek at our grandparents' house during holiday gatherings
After hiding for nearly an hour we would finally come out from where we were joyful at winning the game when in reality our family members told us to hide and never came searching so that they might find a moment of peace and quiet away from the children
We were none the wiser high fiving and praising one another for our wit and cunning hiding between an overcoat and a button-down shirt in the spare closet of my grandfather's study
We threw frisbees at cans competing using a scoring system like horseshoes
And after you won we ran around the streets with our shirts off screaming silently so as not to wake the neighbors at 2 AM
We threw frisbees accidentally hitting streetlights shattering them on the roof of your sister's car and kept it a secret for years
You hid the shards in the back floorboard of your car
We helped each other through the tough times crying together mourning losses and missing memories
We stayed strong for the others and broke in private each of us individually dealing with how we were feeling and discussing it later
The good times
The stories
The regrets
Nana's laugh cuts through the tension as she makes a joke that probably shouldn't be made at this time
Like rain falling when you were a kid and the only thing you wanted to do was play outside but you grew to love the water for the way it allows you to play in the mud
As boys do
I look to you for how to react and you laughed
You helped me not take myself so seriously all of the time and taught me to enjoy the minor moments instead of letting them pass by unnoticed
They should be enjoyed
Life is beautiful despite all of its crap because of those minor moments
I miss our late night conversations about girls and psychology and music and theology and superheroes
And yes I still think Andrew Garfield is the best Spider-Man
You were my rock through so many tough times in my life without you even knowing it
Spidey could learn a thing or two from you
Heroism is seen in the mundane just as it is seen in the miraculous
In the random text conversations asking for advice when the beliefs that were foundational to my being began to shake just as in an epic brawl between a super powered being and his enemies
And no my faith would not be what it is today if not for you prescribing Mere Christianity to me at sixteen years old as if it were a medication to combat the borderline deism that hovered over my mind
Be it a web head or a theologian you were always what I needed in my darkest moments
In a time when superheroes were nonexistent you were the closest representation of one I had seen
Spider-Man inspired a world but you inspired me and my world would not be the same without you
Granddad shuffles from the hardwood floor in the kitchen to the living room carpet as I sit watching the movie And
Seeing him on the screen
Says Peter Parker looks like you
I agree
I have always thought that Andrew resembled you too

My friend
That word does not even begin to describe our relationship
Blood thicker than water
Blood running deep
I never understood that saying until I looked back on my life growing up alongside you.
When we were younger we would play hide and seek at our grandparents' house during holiday gatherings
After hiding for nearly an hour we would finally come out from where we were joyful at winning the game when in reality our family members told us to hide and never came searching so that they might find a moment of peace and quiet away from the children
We were none the wiser high fiving and praising one another for our wit and cunning hiding between an overcoat and a button-down shirt in the spare closet of my grandfather's study
We threw frisbees at cans competing using a scoring system like horseshoes
And after you won we ran around the streets with our shirts off screaming silently so as not to wake the neighbors at 2 AM
We threw frisbees accidentally hitting streetlights shattering them on the roof of your sister's car and kept it a secret for years
You hid the shards in the back floorboard of your car
We helped each other through the tough times crying together mourning losses and missing memories
We stayed strong for the others and broke in private each of us individually dealing with how we were feeling and discussing it later
The good times
The stories
The regrets
Nana's laugh cuts through the tension as she makes a joke that probably shouldn't be made at this time
Like rain falling when you were a kid and the only thing you wanted to do was play outside but you grew to love the water for the way it allows you to play in the mud
As boys do
I look to you for how to react and you laughed
You helped me not take myself so seriously all of the time and taught me to enjoy the minor moments instead of letting them pass by unnoticed
They should be enjoyed
Life is beautiful despite all of its crap because of those minor moments
I miss our late night conversations about girls and psychology and music and theology and superheroes
And yes I still think Andrew Garfield is the best Spider-Man
You were my rock through so many tough times in my life without you even knowing it
Spidey could learn a thing or two from you
Heroism is seen in the mundane just as it is seen in the miraculous
In the random text conversations asking for advice when the beliefs that were foundational to my being began to shake just as in an epic brawl between a super powered being and his enemies
And no my faith would not be what it is today if not for you prescribing Mere Christianity to me at sixteen years old as if it were a medication to combat the borderline deism that hovered over my mind
Be it a web head or a theologian you were always what I needed in my darkest moments
In a time when superheroes were nonexistent you were the closest representation of one I had seen
Spider-Man inspired a world but you inspired me and my world would not be the same without you
Granddad shuffles from the hardwood floor in the kitchen to the living room carpet as I sit watching the movie And
Seeing him on the screen
Says Peter Parker looks like you
I agree
I have always thought that Andrew resembled you too