What the Suicide Did

The suicide drew a line among friends.
I changed my mind, I lived again.
I thought I loved the open air and the land,
But I was never in love.

It was the car that let us down.
The day that never stopped.
It was the time we hated being in love,
But we were never in love.

Now my home's a ghost of happy days.
A brand new friend, a runaway.
She's just a punk, untraveled, and quite unloved,
But maybe we'll fall in love.

The suicide drew a line among friends.
I changed my mind, I lived again.
Now generations will inherit the brown in my eyes,
And maybe they'll fall in love.