I had a dream I was in school

reading your autograph

pages of green in seventh grade

now like an epitaph

alone in your room

with and artist inside of you

you died way too soon

but I still can feel you

warm in a circle of friends

how have you all been

we'd never die just go through hell

and re group again

so button it down

so the wind won't blow it all away

and pass it around

like champagne on a holiday

pass it around

there's a lot of that to go around