If there was one drink that defined her,
It would be Hamm's.
A 30 pack, kept cool in the trunk of your friend's car,
In the cold winters of your home.
Shared among a group of friends,
each trying to have fun and erase the day.
To some they see no value in the cheapest beer they can find.
Others see it for what it means.
The memories,
the highest highs of punk shows in a basement,
the lowest lows of puking into a sink.
the memories that you treasure,
memories of a past everyone wants to go back too.
People change,
Hamm's does not.
All you have left is your memories, and a 30 rack of Hamm's