Sad Bastard Music - You, Me, And Everyone We Know

This sweater doesn’t quite smell*

Nice the way it used to

My teeth aren’t nearly as white

My blue eyes half as bright

My taste for liquor ain’t the same

I say that’s a good thing

Beneath this crooked little grin

The ice is getting thin

But our times are never really thick

Simple arithmetic

It’s not a mental trick I plan to learn

Too good at giving up

Why bother covering a candle due to snuff?

Simple arithmetic

It’s not a mental trick I plan to learn

I’ve learned to live without

I’m barely flickering, just put me out