Patrick's Song
Reading your autograph
Pages of green in seventh grade
Now like an epitaph alone in your room
With an artist inside of you
You died way too soon,
But I can still feel you warm in a circle of friends
How have you all been
We'd never die, just go through hell and re-group again
So button it down, so the wind won't blow it all away
And pass it around
Like champagne on a holiday
Pass it around
There's a lot of that to go around
Writer/s: Shawn Mullins