The sky had started splitting and we lost ourselves in between the drops of rain,
We were drinking, we were sitting at the bench on Third Street where as kids we once had played.

You were talking plans, if you had half a chance you’d be famous on the TV,
If you got your break well you could be great, you’d be the star of the silver screen.

And you said I don’t owe you nothing that’s what friends are for,
But I said some day I’d repay you, you can count on me.

I said you can count on it, but I was always just so damn full of shit,
And now I can’t help but think what might have been,
If I had driven back through and taken you with me

Rest in peace, lay down Georgie.

You were in my dream we were both in the scene and you were falling from that building,
I grabbed hold of your hand but it turned into sand and you kept falling in slow motion.

And you told me it’s so damn peaceful and you might stay a while,
And I said someday I’ll repay you, you can count on me.

I said you can count on it,
I really want to make good on all this shit,
Please believe Emily and me know exactly why you had to leave.

Rest in peace, lay down Georgie.

You see here’s the thing, you were never cut out to be the king,
Just ‘cause you born into royalty it doesn’t mean that’s what you have to be.



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