Black Water -

We are the unsuspecting victims of circumstance.

And we tried to hold you up when your weakness could barely stand.

I tried to accept this funeral as something I could bear.

You’ve gone up in smoke and whiskey, a victim of everything.

I look at you now, it’s getting hard to breathe.

I watch as time rolls right through you and me.

From the bottom of my heart, my God I miss you very hopelessly tonight.

I’d walk right through these walls for a second with you,

a pack of smokes and me tonight