I've sat where you sit, berating the house guests in empty apartments, all alone.
I've been where you are, living life with a glass in hand, half emptied.
In and then out again.
I've waited for moments to realize themselves for what there are,
But before this could happen they died, and gave birth to a new.
I've rambled words that made no sense, and maybe a few that did.
But all in all to say that I know where you stand, and I've stood there too,
Sometimes I stand there still.
You and me we are
Friendly alcohol abuse
Missing teeth
Empty cigarette packs
Flat tires
The last drop
Lazy bad habits
Lonely old folk.
True to say we're two the same, and the sun will show you soon.