I often drink of you

I went out with an old friend

Drank and ate and even smoked

I always say the problem with wine

Is that there is honestly three glasses

In every bottle I have ever drank

Since the day I realized I’m not for you

I wish it was us and there was no drink

Neither smoke nor coming home afterwards

I just wish it was us and no pretensions

Of whom we would like to be

I just wish it was us and not the crutches I use

To last another day in a lifetime without you

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