You have got this far, by some miracle, you have drank and laughed your way through life
But the thing is all you drink is the firriest whiskey and you laugh flames, and almost all your bridges have been burned away
But you still have one, and despite all the gas and searing lies
Your last bridge still stands, it's wrought of the hardest iron and the most cutting guilt
Its held together by the mortar of melted shards of decades of shattered expectations
But here I am, burning and broken, but not breaking