We had your party today
Your brother looks the same
Fifteen aging school friends
All dressed in black and gray

You would have hated it, too
All anybody talked about was you

Luke's doing well
You'd be proud if you saw him
Carry you to your grave
Darling, when did we get so brave?

Goodbye, friend
I'll make pretend you're here
I'll miss the sound of you around

We made bad jokes about you
The way we always used to
Your self-disparaging mind
You've left us all behind

I am so sorry if I let you down when
The world was so clearly choking you out
When the life I was leading kept me away
Oh my dearest, that cannot be you in the grave there

Goodbye, friend
I'll make pretend you're here
I'll miss the sound of you around
Of you around
Of you around