We've grown up between the same walls
Racing each other up the same roads
Blowing smoke into the same air
I held your hand at three funerals
You answered my phone calls for six years
We scribbled our names into white
pavilions in "The Summit"
We got iced coffee for 99 cents every day
For three summers straight
It never got old
Nothing ever got old
Until we got old
We rode our bikes around the lake
We took pictures in photo booths at the mall
And passed joints in tight knit circles
We were all so tight knit
We drank cheap beer
Basement hopping all winter
I'm watching you filing through
One
Two
Three
Four
Up to three hundred
I know your hearts like they're
beating in my own chest
I know how each of you are dressed
Beneath those long robes
Blue for boys
And white for girls
My hands are shaking
We're wearing ribbons for the ones who've passed
But we've lost so many more
than the ones we've buried
You'll kiss me on the forehead
We'll pose for a picture
I hope I have more of you
Than a ******* picture
Ten years from this day
I hope I still have every inch of you
In the flesh
I love you
I'm leaving you