Drifting Away

Drifting Away Lyrics

I still remember
the days we shared together
chatting happily, and laughing loud
but there's something new about you

I always thought that we'd stay the same
Great friends till the very end
But I turned my back and then
You were someone new

Chorus:
Boy, boy, I loved you
Yes I loved you till you changed so
Where's the past?
Where are those days where we'd talk so long
Why did time have to move along

Now time speeds by
No time to say hi
You drift away from me
While I sigh
But I want you near boy
Come back please
My life is dull, no meaning at all

What am I to you
Just some toy that has been overused?
Growing more distant from me
Stuck in your punk rock identity

Boy, boy, I loved you
Yes I loved you till you changed so
Where's the past?
Where are those days where we'd talk so long
Why did time, have to move along

I hope you'll change back for me with this song


The Story Behind "Drifting Away"
It was 6:30 pm, a school night. Sweat from the humidity in the air drizzled down my face as I wiped them away with my sweater. He was standing in front of me, holding my phone. I had taken out my phone to check the time, but he grabbed it out of my hand when I did so. I stood there, stupidly, while he drilled down onto my phone with his fingers. I didn't know what he was doing but boy was I happy that I was able to see him for the first time in months.
The boy that I'm talking about is Leon Maximus. He is the definition of cute. And the only boys I think are cute are very fob. He has the perfect fob haircut that makes him a boy any girl would fall to her knees for. When I first met him, he was shorter than me by about 3 inches, but I guess that's expected because he one grade lower than me.
I first met him at an outside school orchestra program. He was the only boy in the first violins so our conductor picked on him a lot. He always seemed so cute and innocent even though he was always picked on. Sometimes when we had sectionals we'd share a stand together even though we weren't stand partners. He was really nice and I enjoyed talking to him. This all happened when I was in 7th grade and he was in 6th.
I didn't get to see him often but once in awhile I'd see him coming out of his 6th grade orchestra sectionals while I'd be ending my intermediate 7th and 8th grade combined orchestra rehearsal. There was this other boy in his orchestra I knew. His name: Oakley Porsche. He was really close to Leon and I knew him fairly well too. One day I meet up with them while I was ending and they were beginning rehearsal. Oakley came up to me and said, "Leon likes you!" I laughed while Leon grabbed Oakley and started pulling him away from me to prevent him from saying anything else. At that time, I didn't think of him more than a cute innocent boy.
When the next year arrived we were finally in the same orchestra. I was not able to be at school for the first couple of days because I was on a trip in the mainland. Everyone sat down quickly and I didn't know where to sit. Oddly enough, there was a seat right next to Leon and he asked me to sit by him. Of course I sat down very willingly. For about a month, we were able to sit next to each other and talk during rehearsals even though we weren't supposed to. Those times seemed to have gone by so quickly because everyday I'd look forward to sitting and chatting with him and after rehearsal I'd be very happy because I had a good time with him. However, he was very different from who he was one year ago. He had lost his past innocence I had seen in him. By then he was more into guitar and punk rock music.
That year went by quickly and before I knew it, I was in high school. I was back to rarely seeing him. I really missed talking to him. About half a year passed. I was sitting in the orchestra room with not many others surrounding me. I was so surprised when he sat down next to me. It sort of startled me as well because he came out of nowhere. That was the first time we had talked for so long. It seemed like we had been apart forever. His attitude had changed a lot as well. At this time, he had made his punk rock identity more evident. I no longer knew him as the Leon I used to know. He was someone totally different. Even so, I began to get the idea that I really liked him.
I've known him for so long, but have only recently realized that I like him. Getting back to that humid day, Leon was doing something with my phone. I waited for him to stop tapping away on my phone and when he did I saw the he had put his cell phone number in my phonebook. I was so surprised and uncomfortable. It felt so weird to have the phone number of the guy I liked in my phonebook. Was this really happening? I blinked several times to see if he actually had given me his number, but no, it was not a dream. I felt a surge of excitement. After that night, I never called him. I was too nervous and afraid to. He didn't call me either, because I didn't have a chance to tell him my phone number. I always regretted that.
Now it's nearing the end of my freshmen year. High school has matured me and I have changed a lot, but so has he. I had given the idea of liking him serious thought. I knew that I liked him for a long time. Actually I probably liked him since I was in 7th grade. Time however has drifted us father apart. He's not the sweet innocent boy I once knew. When he greets me he says, "Hi Freak." Why did I still like him? I did not know. But I did know that his attitude was not the least bit appealing to me. Last week I've finally given up on him. My days are back to boring and uneventful. I always think that if he hadn't changed, or changed back, maybe I could be with him. Then I wouldn't have to live my days without anything to look forward to.