Here we sit...
On the front porch of our twilight
Losing savings to our daylight
Sometimes forgetting who we are

Placing bets...
On who death holds up his sleeve
Being the next one to leave
While counting our lucky stars

Where we've been...
Flashes in the background
Further back than right now
As the morning is a blur

Being kept...
Alive on pills and promises
And what little money we have left
Before they show us to the door

And with that said...
We might say it all again
With who, what, where, and even when
As our minds commence to rust

Happened so fast...
Like a 3 minute pop song
Blink too fast and it's gone
Ashes to ashes dust to dust