shauny boy

stir up nostalgia

like dragging a stick through a puddle

and watching the sediment rise and fall

thats all we have left

you're gone

and you have been so for 5 years

and we still have an imprint of you

you were the one who got off lucky in all of this

you got to go out with a bang

and all of us will probably go out with a whimper

you got to stir the pot

and not have to deal with the way it settles

you didn't have to see it

you didn't have to feel it

your nerve endings died off

you didn't feel a thing

you were heavily medicated anyway

you were gone within the construct of a sentence

you were there for one word, and gone the next

and thats all it was

we were left to feel the vacuum pull at our bones that was left by your absence

to have to face each other with tears in our eyes

and see sides of each other we never wanted to see or show

and we still talk about it

the scars are still purple

and it still reduces us to tears

if you were here you would be yelling at us

calling us jerks and telling us to knock it the fuck off

but you're not

so we do what comes natural without you

i like to think you're somewhere laughing at us

and flipping us the bird

or humping an image of us all sad and lonely

being the total ass and hilarious dick that you were

maybe i'll see you again, i cant say for certain

and it kills me