reading your autograph
 pages of green in seventh grade
 now like an epitaph
 alone in your room
 with and artist inside of you
 you died way too soon
 but I still can feel you
 warm in a circle of friends
 how have you all been
 we'd never die  just go through hell
 and re group again
 so button it down
 so the wind won't blow it all away
 and pass it around
 like champagne on a holiday
 pass it around
 there's a lot of that to go around