DESCRIPTION:
Long Time Listener, First Time Caller

Years of confusion were all an illusion
Friends aren’t friends if you can’t reuse them
But I’ll be here for the black and the white
As long as you’re here for the days and the nights

Tip our glasses and say our cheers
Wisdom gained from our drunken peers
Lusty lovers, tales of mothers
A life I cannot seem to find

A sewn mouth can still tell secrets
A black heart can still love perfect
A dead man can be one with the living
But everything falls apart so easy

No I don’t dream of white picket fences
A huge house, I bet that’s expensive
I dream of meaning, or some reason
To just keep breathing
Sorry if I have been distant
I love you all and don’t forget it

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