Let me cure you of this foolish obsession with love
I'll show you what good times are all about
We'll drink 'till our thoughts slur
And fill our lungs with thick smoke.
We'll give a toast to the full moon
The one hiding behind the sheet of clouds
We'll shout out ballads of those we've lost
And praise the ones we are sure to forget.
We'll drink to the resignation of love
As we write about what we will miss above
She'll miss the deep blue of the skies
I'll miss that shimmer in her eyes.
We raise our glasses high
Sealing our fate
I gave her one last night she wont remember
She gave me a look that will haunt me forever.
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