Lyrics

[Verse 1] I was checking my balance on Chase book Seems I got a private message on Facebook Should get used to this stuff from gettin' older, still Deny my mortality, I probably never will You were skinny as a rail, smokin' Salem menthol green Reservation caught and smokin' like a fiend We were doin' acid when we were fifteen Music in my bedroom, Hendrix, Cream They say the cancer tore through your frame I had to quit doing drugs but there ain't no blame I lost touch with you, and that's a shame The mirror says I changed, but I feel the same Remember you dated that guy wrote in for Hair on Broadway? He found Jesus tussing in an odd way Naked in the snow was his plan He froze to death, Jesus saves, but not on demand Makeup in our teens to look like Bowie Runnin' from the cops, on the go, see Hidin' pot in our locker until there's a raid Gettin' three new albums 'cause we just got paid I lost touch with you as the years rolled on I shoulda reached out but now you're gone I feel you smilin', guidin' my walk Your pain's over now, I wish we could talk [Chorus] And you're gone now I shoulda reached out You're gone now I shoulda reached out My old friend [Verse 2] Trippin' with you in my parents' bedroom Took a while to kick in, then it hit our heads, boom Order pizza, when it came, our appetites beat The pepperoni screaming "Don't eat meat" Your brother bleeding everywhere, tooth through his lip Happened at the state fair when he tried to do a flip He wouldn't go to the ER, he was tweakin' in his head You gave him homemade stitches and you nursed him instead Workin' at the guitar place, you come down and see me Talk about our parents, my mother had the DTs Blood on the walls until they rushed her And they brought her to St. Joe's and the morphine hushed her Your father losin' the rent, bettin' at the track You were laughing, your mama screaming "Don't come back" He come back when he won, she beat him like a spastic You had nine kids, Catholics don't use prophylactics Well the time's beat now, shootings everywhere Arrowing's the rage and the kids don't care There ain't no jobs, poverty's ballistic Poorest per capita, it's a national statistic So you're in a better place, the end to your pain? And I make it to heaven, I won't see you again Up there you're smilin', smokin' your butt I'll make you laugh again though, I feel it in my gut A couple of doobie jokes, maybe a funny story Hear me screamin' it up from purgatory [Chorus] You're gone now I shoulda reached out Yeah, you're gone now I shoulda reached out My old friend