One friend rots in prison
Another’s been binned
I should be in there with them
But they won't let me in
One friend just went missing
One split for L.A.
All leather and Harleys
Victims line up to pay
One started a journal
One plays 21
One fakes being older
When she's not all that young
One got snapped with a rock star
Rubbing chests in the pool
Full of vim, life, and vigor
So deep and so cool
One turned up, a pastor.
"You're joking," I cried.
"The women, the women,"
He winked and he sighed.
We don't really talk now
They speak in my mind
Precious relics, void passports
Lands we've left far behind.
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