I am no longer on Facebook,
I've stopped being friends with Me.

To the summer nights spent in this garage
Where the smoke from our cigarettes clouded the air
And the low hum of the speakers filled our ears.

We never would have guessed
That when we had lit that final bowl
It would be our last.

But here I am
A lifetime later
Home again.

The room looks almost the same
Maybe a bit darker, colder, sadder,
But the memories have been obliterated

The record player still sits there
But there's no more music to sooth our souls
No more Beatles, Pink Floyd, U2, no.

The 'Say no to drugs' clock still hangs on the wall
But the irony is long gone
Since that was the life we grew out of.

All the chairs still sat where they always did
But there was no you to fill yours
Just me to fill mine

So I took a seat on my lovely hanging chair
I reached over to our hidden stash of cigarettes
I took the last one, lit it, and put it to my lips.

But lastly
I said
Goodbye.

i thought i was holding your hand
but i guess i was holding your heart
you said "don't let go" 
i said "oh" as it hit the asphalt
do you think gravity knows 
that it makes people fall
does it know we go down hard 
because i think you broke the sound barrier 
on your way down to me
but i just let gravity send your heart
straight down to the street
i wasn't thinking 
or maybe i was
just not about you
i'm selfish
and so is gravity 
so i guess you could call it natural
and you can call me gone

[holyoak]