The Only Ones

Here we go again.
Put on your nice suit
or your black dress
and tell your friends.
Because everyone is sad.
And now as drunk as you for once.
Believe they’re in a better place to help you sleep.
It’s rough to know that we’ve become the only ones
that aren’t six feet down.
It’s selfish of you to go underground.
Here we go again,
where topics turn to what should have been.
Or what we did.
We’re left to scream at ourselves.
But I doubt that anyone cares.
It’s not them in there.
Don’t be afraid of living your life now that I’m gone.
I’ll see you the next time around.