A toast
To all the things we’ll regret
When we’re sober
And everything we’re bound to forget
It’s a pity we couldn’t remember

(Jack hangs around the liquor store
(Hoping a bite of change and
(A little luck will find him
(redeem his pride)

Cheers to friends we’ll betray
And phone numbers we’ll lose
And all the nights we’ll waste




This homeless man has a come-over….his last bit of pride
And the man next to me on the bus
Is wearing an expensive watch
On his prosthetic arm

Am I the only one who finds this odd?

Let’s tip our glasses to insecure flings and
All the wild things
We did when we were young
We couldn’t know better
Drink to story telling
And insinuating ego’s
Who’s to say we’ll falter




Of the millions of lonely people
Who talk to themselves for company
I personally like the ones who sing

Alive in sorrow
And girls still wear dresses
Nomadic drifters still have respect
“I’m really sorry to bother you, but do you have a bit of change you could possibly spare for an old man?”

Heads up for the money we’ll toss and
The people we’ve lost
Along the way
Here’s for the names we’ll forget
And the deeds we’ll repent
And all the days that fade
 
We couldn’t be having
A better time

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