These days

Posted: Sunday, February 25, 2018 by Stained in Labels:

I don't bother writing my poetry down so it gets lost as my memory gets distracted with life. So I'm using words written by others.

Three years of ups and downs
Nothing to show for it now
And I know it ain't pretty when the fire burns out
Calling me when I'm drunk, remind me of what I've done
And I know it ain't pretty when you're trying to move on, yeah

I hope someday
We'll sit down together
And laugh with each other
About these days, these days
All our troubles
We'll lay to rest
And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days


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