All our best times live in the past,
For there's no better wine than memory.
So get drunk, get out,
Make new memories to drown in,
For they are your friends for eternity.
No lonely nights are there for they,
With a good time in their keep,
So get drunk, get out,
Or you won't ever make it out,
Of this misery.
We never have it good as we ever had,
Times before; we were glad,
So get drunk, get out,
Make your day so loud,
And live life carelessly.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
