Other Boy (written with Alexandra Kalinowski)
It's just me and my guitar. Sometimes, friends help.
My name is Danny and I make music.
Story behind the song
This song came from the ideas for a few different songs, that I had written down on the same piece of paper. My friend A.K., Alexsandra Kalinowski, found a way to combine them into one song and she added her own lines to the chorus and she wrote the last verse. The memories it's based on aren't related, but I feel they contain the same general emotions. I think I debuted it at "Cafe Swig" or whatever they called it that summer.
Lyrics
Other Boy
Stale, day old, bagels on the counter,
A chance encounter, everything gets old too soon.
Bitter tasting, sales wasting, my pockets are empty not full.
My new clothes are wearing down, my shoes have fallen off my feet, hold on to me so I won’t grow old.
You’ve always been the other boy, the ugly friend, the butt of my jokes, my tagalong ‘til the end, you’re not a third wheel you’re how I keep it real, you’ve always been a good friend to me, the center of my tranquility.
Are those bats or are they birds
Are those sounds or are they words
It doesn’t matter either way because it’s all the same.
The dull, warm, red glow of a dusty light bulb fills this old empty room.
My new clothes are wearing down, my shoes have fallen off my feet, hold on to me so I won’t grow old.
You’ve always been the other boy, the ugly friend, the butt of my jokes, my tagalong ‘til the end, you’re not a third wheel you’re how I keep it real, you’ve always been a good friend to me, the center of my tranquility.
Now the wheel is turning faster than ever, I can’t keep up. Can you?
And now I’m growing older, paler, staler, by the minute,
And I’m scared. Where are you?
