Get Through

We never got a chance to talk about it, Apparently you couldn’t live without it, I’ve heard it’s great, I don’t begin to doubt it’s true, But now I’ll never get through to you. I didn’t know that it would be the last time, I would’ve made you crash at my place that night, The words and actions that I wish I’d got round to, And now I’ll never get through to you. And it’s the things that go unsaid, We ignore them though they’re foremost in our heads. I still don’t think I’ve faced it. Yes, I lost a friend of mine, And all I got was his old ironic “no smoking” sign. I still remember how alike we were then, It’s no surprise you were my favorite person, I poured a 40 from the fire escape in your old room. I don’t believe in crazy stuff like that man, But for you I’m making an exception, Cuz death’s a bitch when you’re an atheist I found out, too And it’s the things that go unsaid, We ignore them though they’re foremost in our heads. I still don’t think I’ve faced it. Yes, I lost a friend of mine, And all I got was his old ironic “no smoking” sign. It’s no worthy replacement. We only have ourselves to blame, For being too damn lazy to ever try and change. Just think about it. Always waiting for The shit to hit the fan, Just holding out as long as we can, Trying not to think about it.