We’ve fallen on hard times my friend.
But as our fathers would say,
fuck it. I’ll drink to that.
So rally around feeling floating
to God knows where.
Lets unravel on each other.
I think I was better off left unsaid,
but hey, I’ll drink to that.
And to you. And to anybody in the room
who ever thought they had something not to say.
Or someone not to say it to.
By this time tomorrow it’ll all be left on the table;
rings and promises.
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