Of all my old friends, I am the only one left. All have gone to their eternal rest. Andy, Gene, and Jeff,
you left me behind
to live the prime of my life without you by my side.
Andy, my oldest, dearest friend, where to begin? With the parties I suppose, before I lapse into prose.
Remember the bonfire where, without a care, you killed that
Bottle solely on a dare?
Remember when the condom broke and Cindy thought she was with child? Remember how harshly I spoke,
Saying you were too wild?
Blown away that day, high on weed, I know you had no need for speed. Around the corner came that truck,
Sliding across the line.
Gene, my intense friend, do you remember when, we played radio tag with Air Force One? Drunk out of our heads
Each with a silly grin, God what fun.
I don't believe you could ever contain your need for speed, getting drunk and behind the wheel. Stupid of you, all of us knew
The bottle would kill you
With it's greed.
Jeff, with dramatic flair, golden hair, and a cocky, arrogant air, remember when we used to party? Between each romance and broken heart, you were always there, ready
With a laugh so hearty.
Drugs killed you my friend, we knew they would in the end. You had to try heroin. Searching for a bigger thrill, all
You found was a hole in the ground, you
Did yourself in.
Remember when? Of course not you're all dead, leaving me with a heart bled dry, and then
of course, now only
I remember when.
I am not responsible for how you choose to interpret what I say.