Eulogy

there was this friend of mine, needed something we couldn't give convenient answers and a cheap way out killed himself without actually dying, took a blunt lie and gouged out his mind and i can't xcept that he's found the answers to those questions i'll be trying to solve until i die and i can't accept that he's somehow "better off" because the answers aren't that simple we always assumed he wasn't either and i want his beautiful religion to burn because steve's dead... i wasn't offered the chance to say goodbye.