Whilst I sit alone by my fire, I'll try not to think of you.
It'll help if I have some scotch and maybe a joint or two.
Memories that I've coveted for longer than they deserved.
Can choke too death on apathy, if properly innerved.
Another hit, another sip and perhaps I'll find my peace.
Lest my heart should forsaken me and grant a sweet release.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 9:03 AM UTC
Whilst I sit alone by my fire, I'll try not to think of you.
It'll help if I have some scotch and maybe a joint or two.
Memories that I've coveted for longer than they deserved.
Can choke too death on apathy, if properly innerved.
Another hit, another sip and perhaps I'll find my peace.
Lest my heart should forsaken me and grant a sweet release.