I.C.U.

I see you smiling

Light your cigarette

Hardly sleeping

Please get Nicorette.

You only drink

If it’s a beer

Cause it makes you think

You see things clear.

Plans for Europe,

Blue, white, and red

It’s too bad that now you’re up

Shot the shit and wound up dead.

Your dreams never came true.

Didn’t get to see you old

Make mistakes and turn them into gold

Or hit rock bottom

And come back this here autumn

A gleaming bright success.

No, none of this we’ll see

Cause you chose to let it be.

But I’ll still miss you,

Think of you and reminisce.

Friend, I wish you were around

To live a life that’s safe and sound.

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