Memory Friend

I lost my friend, and the room got quiet again.
I lost my friend.
I lost my friend.
I lost my friend, and the room got quiet.
I get lost, my friend.
I lost my friend, but I still hear your laugh sometimes.
I still call your name.
Your last text hits on red like a hand I never took.
I replay our stupid plans and the way you always looked so alive in the hard days,
So loud when you'd walk.
And now I count the little things that will never be again.
And I hate that the world keeps moving on its own while I'm learning how to live with your side of life gone.
I lost my friend.
I lost my friend, and the room got quiet again.
I lost my friend.