Sung by Beau Bennett
Dedicated to Roberto Bortuzzo

I drove by all the places we used to hang out playing hockey,
I remember how you skated & how your shots would always pass me,
Even though the Blues tell me you're doing fine,
Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though they're right beside you,
When they say some words to cheer you do you read the ones I text you,
Sometimes I start to wonder was it just a lie
If you were really a Pen,
How could you be gone?
'Cause I'm not fine at all.
I remember the day you told me you were traded,
I imagined the tears running down your face,
And the movies you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single meal we ever ate.
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,
And forget about the stupid little things,
Like the way we used to go get pizza,
And do our cellys together,
'Cause I'm not fine at all.

The jersey that you left here is still sitting in the car,
I'll admit I hate driving and I can't get very far,
And all the guys keep asking why I'm always late,
It hurts to know you're a Blues now,
Yeah it hurts that you've moved on,
It's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long,
It's like you were never a Pen,
Was it in my head?
If you were really my friend,
Why have you been sent
To St. Louis?

I remember the day you told me you were traded,
I imagined the tears running down your face,
And the movies you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single meal we ever ate.
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,
And forget about the stupid little things,
Like the way we used to go get pizza,
And do our cellys together,
'Cause I'm not fine at all.

If today I woke up and you were back in Pittsburgh,
Like all of this was just some crazy blur,
I'd never let you get traded to St. Louis
And you'd never be without me,
And we'll always be happy but,

I remember the day you told me you were traded,
I imagined the tears running down your face,
And the movies you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single meal we ever ate.
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,
And forget about the stupid little things,
Like the way we used to go get pizza,
And do our cellys together,
'Cause I'm not fine at all.

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