Friendships don't always last, then again some just might;
People grow apart sometimes through fight or through flight.
You had a spark of something excellent that came from inside;
Treating everyone you met with acceptance and great stride.
I don't know if I'll ever again meet someone like you;
The life of the party's some big shoes to fill.
I remember Pink Floyd, Hershey Park, and O.C.;
Pulling all-nighters with boxed wine or that night on LSD.
I think of you everytime I hear "I'm Eighteen" or "Comfortably Numb".
I still laugh at your jokes even if most were incredibly dumb.
You were the life of every party I remember from back then;
If anyone can party in Heaven, you can.
I know God sees that spark, the same one I saw back then;
So I know Heaven is where we'll see each other again.