Let's be honest.
Candid for a moment.
We all know how
This ends.
With a kitchen knife
And a 5th.
I've nothing left,
Can't try again;
Only hollow for so long
Before I find some misery
To swallow.
Only sober until
Everyone's gone
And I can drown in peace.
I loved you all,
I hope you know,
But all the bad words
Are in capitals
And that one's so damn small.
Maybe, if I were better
At playing my guitar
I'd get a wall too,
But I won't,
Just a toast to a ghost
At some shitty ghetto bar.
We all fade away,
Everything you capture escapes;
The moment,
The light
The fickle flame
And the sun
Creeping through venetian blinds;
Passed out in cold
Sweat and shame.
It all just fades away
Beneath the bottles
Lined up like fallen soldiers
You kill just to feel OK.
So drink to me, Elliot and Chris
Everyone who ever saw the truth
And was broken by it.
Because right now,
I'm drinking to you.
Right now,
I'm drinking for you.
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