�The First Of Many�

Said goodbye to the new front room
And to the branch painted white that’s covered in fairy lights
We drove across the city to the Roman Catholic church
We carried a birthday candle through the empty pews
Placed it down besides the prayer box and asked for others to look after a lost friend

It’s been exactly a year since you left here
It’s been a whole year since you disappeared
What a horrible year and we still care-
What happened to you?
What happened to you?

On the way home on a silent mile
Stuck behind the bin men on a Monday morning routine
Slowed right down to a stand still
Head against the steering wheel
Too much time to think, time to reflect on him:

“We know that someday the pain will fade away,
But today the tablets are useless
Washed down with another Vodka shot,
They taste worse than before-
They taste worse than when you were last here…
So please tell me why did you have to go away?”