Left Aligned

Our friends all dressed so smartly
This feels oddly, so wrong
A wood box held aloft
Those guys must be so strong
J's voice sounding so grave
Tells me out straight
"He's gone"

That's all, a short phone call
It's over now
Tie your conscience down
With heavy heads and frowns

Running up the walls
Sick, stressed and all regretful
Of what life could have been
Tired, stretched and thin
Keep it in

You're rolling off the rails
Lights signal fails, Amber's tail
Of compensation claims
Screeching breaks and loud crashing sounds

It's over now
Tie your conscience down
With heavy heads and frowns

Our friends all dressed so smartly
This feels oddly, so wrong
A wood box held aloft
Those guys must be so strong
J's voice sounding so grave
Tells me out straight
"He's gone"

So try to move on
But he's helped shape the man that I am now