NOTHING

Joke old friend laugh
Look crazy laughing
The smell of alcohol in the air
But his opponent was too heavy to receive
He has long been common

Evenly split for all
Fifty-two to three
One hundred and four to five
And so on
But my friend did not want
All just for him

Now there are only fifty-three
He and they are packed together
Entrust the fate of man-made
My friends have long realized
But they were opium
Lack of rumble petrified

Now they just talk
With a variety of flavors missing
With a stack of his friend
Fifty-two who had been faithful
With less overlap
He was covered in blood
His friend just silent
're My friend has passed
To that place
Where is the apology always anticipated
Where tired always anticipated
Where is the remorse always come and go