he said the right things
but wanted something different
reveling in the resistance
preyed on what was good
lured you in with meaningless words
dismissing me
and all that was misunderstood
there will be a point
when his name fall from our lips
no longer
and time will build this stronger
ropes made of hemp
and bridges built with regret
will seem like yesteryears
we have overcome
and that's the final bet
no river or turns
to go all in
we are the chip leaders
we are friends
he is the outsider
requesting meaningless girls
wanting to play the games that was
invented for them
hot tubs
and pyramid hef's
limes and lemons
sour from his breath
sweaters unraveling
key chains of brass and black
hearts divided
combined again
we've gotten to this plateau
where the sun sets
driving fast
listening to our radios
ports and Cabernets
cheers to you my friend
he cant beat us again
at least this i hope
with every ounce inside of me
with every bit of my soul