You and I stand
While I’m
Grasping a whiskey bottle in hand
A cigarette in between your fingers
A beret in your hair
The puff of smoke lingers
With this, we swear
To fill our empty hearts
In times of sin
To calm our nerves
Before we lose or win
To light the fire
During peace or danger
To love ourselves
Even the strangers
This is our vow
Our reminder to care
to fight, to love, and to share
Till the smoke in our lungs
**** us and our livers fail
Then we are left alone to die, to be hung.