Greg

You didn’t know greg but greg was a patriot,

Not like those assholes flying flags all claim to be.

A patriot of more life and love

Than most of us could ever hope to know

And it’s with the greatest regrets

I took for granted the short time we had.

I didn’t witness the shots that would take a young life

But I heard them through late night phone calls.

It was with naiveté of youth that I assumed you’d be fine...

I didn’t make your recovery but I made your funeral.

There’s a gravestone in a cemetery

I have never seen and buried underneath

It lays a soldier who did not succumb to war.

Well, despite all my searching

All I have are these faded memories

Of a cramped denny’s booth

Where we traded stories and cigarettes.

I still live by advice that you gave me that night,

How I should eat, sleep and fuck when I can.

Don’t stress the small things in life and I’ll get by just fine.

Well I’ll drink to the better days and regrets we’re living with.