Left Aligned - This Town Needs Guns

Our friends all dressed so smartly

This feels oddly, so wrong

A wood box held aloft

Those guys must be so strong

J’s voice sounding so grave

Tells me out straight

«He's gone»

That’s all, a short phone call

It’s over now

Tie your conscience down

With heavy heads and frowns

Running up the walls

Sick, stressed and all regretful

Of what life could have been

Tired, stretched and thin

Keep it in

You’re rolling off the rails

Lights signal fails, amber’s tail

Of compensation claims

Screeching brakes and loud crashing sounds

It’s over now

Tie your conscience down

With heavy heads and frowns

Our friends all dressed so smartly

This feels oddly, so wrong

A wood box held aloft

Those guys must be so strong

J’s voice sounding so grave

Tells me out straight

«He's gone»

So try to move on

But he’s helped shape the man that I am now