Oct 04, 2006 00:30
heres a few dollars and proof that im older than i need to be
will you let me in
to walk through adjoining rooms with faces i remember
but they cant place me anymore
one drink down
lets smile for the time we think we may have
i think a good times's in our control and that scares me so
two drinks down
help me smile to those who offer it first
the memories being conjured up make me feel cheated
for the present we're not having
didnt we live this what seems long ago?
three drinks down
i wish they made this in condensed form
i cant help but wonder if
this crowds tatooed exterior has pigeonholed them
to this way of life
i had to leave
let's just say the drinks were too weak