Drunk on a Sunday night. Well what do you do. That’s the weapon of choice for dealing with one’s emotions. Been repeating the latest Coldplay single and watching The man from UNCLE. Good. But now I should probably sleep. Or it’ll be a tough day tomorrow. We’ll it’ll be regardless.
Apparently it’s a storm outside. It’s reflecting my feelings at the moment then. How nice. Snow that’ll disappear before it even hits the ground. Wish that would go for my feelings as well.
We’re brothers in that
The sisters you write
When we swore on that night
We’d be friends ’til we die
With the changing of winds
And the way waters flow
Life is short as the falling of snow
I know I’m going to miss you, I know