Those old days are gone
You and me and a dark bar
Pretending nothing hurt
And this was the way it was supposed to be
Stay there until they threw us out
Grab more beer on the way home
Between that and the snow
Could make it to the end of the night
And sleep through the day
Two lost souls stuck together
Out of desperation and darkness
Just one more smoke, one more beer
And maybe we won't wake up here
Thursday, December 25, 2014
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