I want another drink, but not this swill Staring at the pitcher, look up "Dude, she could be your daughter" Time I was gone Sore and slow Old man on the hill A swarm of kids pushing past me into the chaos Dressed flashy and laughing loud Four walls and the flicker of the TV Credits roll, eyes crusty One more? Better than the alternative Something I already know Eyes finally done Haul myself up Down the hall Collapse in the dark
