Hes my friend, but hes no friend to me Ask him why, hell tell you casually Washed up, bitter, broke & busted Backstabbed everyone he trusted Says he sees what no one else can see And if I had half his guts, Id want it To chase that fatalistic comet And die young in the dark; thats poetry But it was not to be No, it was not For me Hes always sad, but Ive never seen him cry When he comes to, sure, hell apologize Find his car, assess the damage Still drunk, but he likes a challenge Holds onto his mind just like a kite A good, strong wind will keep you honest Fill you with some common knowledge Things when we were young we never tried Just figured we had time With such a long Life Money clips, alligator shoes One more dance, hes in that champagne room Where she moves like a chocolate fountain Pourin, spillin all around him Makes him wonder what else she can do How bittersweet is loves illusion Feelings that cannot be proven Trust me, youll see, my aim is true I did this all for you I suffered long For you So many times, he tried to play it straight Worked & worked until his body ached But a brand new life can lose its luster Troubles tend to find each other Call it luck, or you can call it fate But, either way, its how it happened Not the life that you imagine So, just go out with a bang like Hemingway Some will say youre brave Some will say Ya aint
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 17:24:20 +0000
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