Tomorrow's Friends

You woke up in a hospital bed? Oh, Yeah. Hey man I'm sorry about your parents... Yeah, Yeah... They're dead. But hey, now we have something in common! Greif can consume us together, forever! I can come over sometime and we can sit in your room, in the dark. 

We can cry to simple songs like Hark!‐ Yeah, Hark! the Herald angels sing. It's funny how cheerful carols are until you can't sing them anymore. When the tears clench your throat and you yearn for the coating comfort of their touch.

 Hey, Hey! Don't cry! Save that for tonight when you're alone and cold.  When it really hits you that your life will never be the same!  When will life be normal again? No, No, I'm sorry for laughing, but your life, it never can. Four years since I had an average day and I still cry when the music knows too much, or the night is too dark, or God reminds me of my fate. 

Hey, I gotta go now but the doctor will be back in soon to tell you everything I said with sweetner. Then the police- and well, you'll see. You'll remember the lights and the badges and the yelling until you get your own headstone. It'll be grand. Hey, call me back when you get done with it all yeah? We can share our misery and fall into dreams that feast on our fears and desperate wants. Yeah, It'll be great! Love you man, stay breathing!