I was out for a few pints this weekend with a very old friend of mine, really brought back the Beijing memories, and how much times have changed the way things are.

Look where we are

Look and see how far

We have come as people 

Where we have become individuals 

We use to sit drink

In the cheap little bars

With the cheap little laughs 

Always on guard

But things have changed

We are older now

I’m no longer that whorish little kid

At least not anymore

FUCK! I look at you

Who the hell would have knew

That you would end up with a girl

And I was the odd man blue 

Man things different

Everything is so significant 

But we really aren’t that different

Your still that blond goof ball

I’m still scamming out in the hall 

Now we sit and drink

With a few pints of beer

With little to think

Only the memories remain 

Where we had all the fame

Only booze to blame 

With those silly street fights

In those crazy Beijing nights 

I am glad you here

I still have fear

That we wont always be near

But at least we can drink to the day

Where our lungs will die

And our livers would pay 

So cheers to you old friend 

Let history stand tall

And the future attend 

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