You and I are like the match and flint.
Destined to evolve with each invent.
Forgetting love like distant toil.
We both burn the fuel to boil.
Mine of course is midnight oil
and yours drips black, brown and royal.
Our bodies so differ
with yours strong and bitter
and mine longs to wither,
Was it so hard to picture?
For me to look back
the facts seem abstract
and all the times we should have died
but didn't makes you wonder why.
Its because you always held the will
and I was keeper of our thrills.
But looking back you'd keep it all?
The drugs, the angst, the weakness bald?
I promise I would, don't change your ways
'cause soon you and God will be a sunset away.