• Early smoke rises from the ashtray
    An aromatic ballet with coffee
    On a backdrop of crisp winter sunlight
    While yesterday comes heavy on the wind
    And throbs in a cloudy head
    But tonight twinkles in a piss hole eye
    Looking back while time flies idly by
    And unable to forget the inspirations
    Like women and scabies
    And booze and hemorrhoids
    And various beds where i'd lay
    My head and rock myself to sleep
    There were wake and bakes
    And one night dates with pupils
    That dialate from the drugs they take
    There were late evening shadows
    And dawn's early lights
    Legs that wrapped
    Around so rightly
    Wound up upside down
    From the ground up
    Who were we
    Were we who we were
    We were who we should have been
    I almost thought i knew you
    You who knew me
    Through and through
    And from the other side
    Of the bed on the opposite end
    Of the evening i almost
    Thought i knew you.