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So long you say
Auf Wiedersehen
But I saw you with the girl next door
You've spun yourself in so many social circles
That I don't even think people stare anymore
So here
Cheers to saving face
Grace went out with last week's trash and your actions necessitate a need for safety
Let's just hope that a flight risk can swim
For your benefit
Yeah life's a bitch and then you die right?
But what happens when that bitch gets civil
And wants to rekindle
Reconcile
You know
For the sake of old times
Relight that fire that burnt you like Icarus
When you touched the sun and remembered the fun times
But those melted away in a vapor stimulant
That just hit your bloodstream like a Fuckin night train
On tracks marked as a dangerous path and not safe for driving...wasted at3 a.m.
It all came so fast
Like when you were a teenager
That first time you lasted for more than 30 seconds because you had been practicing
Now you can't even get it up unless you're paying cash
You stashed your dreams away hoping to catch up with them later
But could never remember the part of you in which they were located
Maybe they were in that box with all the baseball cards
That you lost growing up
Somewhere in the attic probably not far
Just out of eyes view
Like you look when I see you
Cheating
Misleading
Just to get your fix and leave
You deceive even yourself
Imagining its for the sake of health, wealth and happiness
But you are never early to bed
And even later to rise
Sometimes waiting to start your day until the next days morning sunrise
When the bottom of the bottle cuts through the glare
Of sunrays staring you in the face on some terrace north faced
The owner of which you can't remember her name
Nor does it matter anyway
We will scatter your ashes in the most considerate of ways
To reflect the actions you routinely placed into your days
We will fairy dust the prostitutes you loved to humiliate
And make sure to drop an ash bomb at the register of each local liquor store you drained
We will allow some to flow in the gutters downtown
And along the trash piles of the outskirts where you sometimes parked to fawn over a paid doe
And last but not least
Your casket will be covered in the remaining spent ember seeds
Sand blasted rough the way you coveted indulging in every selfish deed
The way you bleed is now a substrate of chemical mixology
And you know what mother fucker?
You still owe us an apology