Lost Friends and Old Jokes (It's On You).

I'd love to see you go, and I'd love to watch you leave.
Hope and trust are like keys-
their presence sets the heart at ease.
And in dying there is comfort
in knowing that pain cannot
follow you through
to the other side of the coffin.
To put its hands on you.
Innocent until proven guilty.
Knives still set in backs.
Never has a chest been so empty.
Never has their been less respect.

I'll rejoice in your leaving,
and in waving you goodbye.
It's that time of season for blooming,
and for rain to mask your lies.

It's perfect weather for thievery,
with an atmosphere of leaving;
put one foot in front of the other
and stop dealing out your brand of giving.

I'd love to see you go,
and I'd love to watch you leave.
Leave behind a note,
if it makes you feel anything.

In passion there's a discourse
that takes place, which you've denied.
Always staying directly on your course;
always moving on your own time.

Make the world a better place and just move on from here.
Nobody needs your presence in this place anymore than they need to feel fear.
So put one foot in front of the other,
and keep walking until it's done-
this segment of three brothers
is ready to watch the others...
finally move on.