Partying partly ‘cause I know I’m doomed I **** the truth and drink to lies I’ll parlay my life into my dreams But in this business of strife everybody dies.
‘Tis not the only truth so bitter sweet Like when one dances with the heart To choose to love is to choose to grieve And, yet, we let such good things start.
In old age I’ll learn what I’ll never accept That maybe the middle meant the most You judge the journey by how, and not where And, in the sinking, swim; To happiness, toast.