I’ve had a lot of  bad ideas but you’re the worst.
Lie awake and dream.
To see all the things you never could be.
Saying goodbye to yesterdays alibis
(you know the least yet speak more than anyone)
Saying goodbye to youth and its misery.
(embrace a life that I’m sure wasn’t meant for me)
Strike up the band inside my head.
So the dead may dance to this requiem.
Two lips soaked in gin,
Hold a smoke accompanied by a variety of other sins.