I was never good at this...
saying words I can't feel.
Goodbye, what's so good about
leaving? Did you think of that 
when you let that bullet 
rattle inside your brain? 
Was that your last word
when your body hit the floor? 

Goodbye... 

Whenever I think of you, 
I don't think of the end. 
I think of your hands covered 
in the thickest grease. I think of
your garage filled with metal
tunes. I think of your smile
that won't let me sleep at night. 
I think and I think but none of that 
changes the reality I'm stuck with... 

Being your friend taught me so much 
How to laugh when others are complaining. 
How to be strong when I can barely stand. 
How to be different in a crowd of copies. 
But of all the things you taught me... 
saying goodbye was not one of them.