Jokes About Heroin

I can feel a small dent, right at the spot on the bench

Where you used to sit

We sat for hours and hours, year after year

Each of our heads full

With dreams and plans we never fulfilled

You always joked about the way

That you would go one day

And we all laughed along

Last time I have heard your name

It was the sound of your mother crying on the phone

I framed and hung us on the wall

As a kind of memorial

As insight that what mattered so much

Was nothing but a waste

I talk to ghosts that I don't believe exist

I talk to ghosts, it's all I've left to give

You always joked about the way

That you would go one day

And we all laughed along

Last time I have heard your name

It was the sound of your mother crying on the phone

Echoing still

Consumed by guilt

Your cry for help had us all entertained

It was all in good fun

You said I'd rather die young

There's only so many times that you can ask for help

Before the weight of a life drags you in too deep, with no way to escape

From knowing no way out of this machinery that got me trapped inside

My head, my ways, last exit, suicide

You always joked about the way

That you would go one day

And we all laughed along

Last time I have heard your name

It was the sound of your mother crying on the phone

Echoing still

Consumed by guilt

Your cry for help had us all entertained

It was all in good fun

But no one's laughing now

If I could turn back the clocks

I would beg you to stop

It was all in good fun

You said I'd rather die young

you used to say

what are they expecting me to do

with no perspective

a 500 soul town

with no train connection

I never saw anything other than these god forsaken buildings

the gardens lined with fences

they say I couldn't behave as a kid

I guess the system failed me

you went to school to learn

I went to school to be humiliated

they called me weak

but I fought my whole life

they just dont see it