Posted 4 weeks ago Comments

Tomorrow, a year ago, you came into our little house and chose a room.

Tomorrow, a year ago , that space now feels like an empty tomb.

No old clothes, cds, or Weezer posters to remember you by.

Just a shitty space that invades my head with hows when and whys?

 Cant be rescued and my choice, what has been lost so we better not cry.

For I am sure if I ever crossed you, I wouldn’t even get a hi.

So lets keep the happy face tonight and try to not let this thing called life

make us old.

Lets keep our smiles where they belong and keep from getting cold.

This story for many has ended but we know it might still need to unfold.

Ill set the couch and make it look like its me plus one.

Pretend tonight that we are celebrating and friendship won.

The table full of wine, that always was a must. And sing

without a guitar happy birthday us

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