I am your friend who died long ago

You may think i am not, but it really is Joe

We hung out all the time before I went away

But I did not go far, just up the street in a grave

Why is it my friend that you never stop by?

If I still had tear ducts I would definitely cry

I still live up the road just one block or two

And more often than not, I still think of you

I know that now may not be the best time

But I would like to address something on my mind

My death may have come just a moment too soon

But if I had my way— yours would have too