well I am drunk again.
Watching a record spin missing you like hell
you sent me a picture from the foreigner concert.
From the same old casino we got close to
back when we visited those dancing girls and ran wild as weeds.
Seems some people back home are as hopeless as they used to be.
As self destructive as we were
with our bottle of whiskey a piece night
and playing music until we passed out
me on the guitar you on the mandolin.
God dammit it brother we were free.
Sorry had to change the record
guess time gets us all.
miles get between
At least we can say we did it all
never passed up an opportunity to do something stupid
causing no harm except for our health.
But hey only the good die young so I would say we will be fine.
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