Lets have a drink,
together at last,
recounting misdeeds
of our misguided past.

It never gets old.
(It hasn't as yet)
Remember that one time?
How could I forget.

The nights, they get shorter
as the stories retold
remains only the best
remains only the gold.

The past and the present,
they do have their pains,
but throughout the whole night
only one thought remains:

God bless us
God bless us
God bless us for sure.

We don't talk about our future
no more.