Drinkin vino toast "finito"
Did it ever start though
Brain aches so slow
Down the flow
More wine now

Rolling grape ape burn a jay
Feeling clouds so high I pray
At the void to just stay away
White noise is the everyday
So soon its almost may

Twenty two years three without fear
Even still death feels so near
Melancholy life consuming cheer
Burn it,, drink it, just to feel tears
Raise a glass and toast "cheers"