Left Aligned

Our friends all dressed so smartly
 This feels ugly, so wrong
 A white box held aloft
 Those guys must be so strong
 Chase, voice sounding so grave
 Tells me out straight he's gone
 That's all, short phone call
 It's over now
 Tie our conscience down
 With heavy heads and frowns
 Running up the walls
 Sick, stressed and old
 Regretful of what life could have been
 Tired, stretched and thin keep him in
 You're rolling off the rails
 Lights signal fails, (?)
 Of compensation claims
 Screeching breaks and loud crashing sounds
 It's over now
 Tie our conscience down
 With heavy heads and frowns
 Our friends all dressed so smartly
 This feels ugly, so wrong
 A white box held aloft
 Those guys must be so strong
 Chase, voice sounding so grave
 Tells me out straight he's gone
 So try to move on
 But he's helped shape the man that I am now