Old Bones

Promise me the decadence of pleasure
Offer me the sanctity of leisure
Join me in indulging every vice
To celebrate a gluttonous device

Follow every footstep and you'll falter
If you're lost in darkness be sure to holler
I don't even want to know the names
I don't ever want to play the games people play on some old afternoon
Craven and loud
Always bored, always doomed

I am made and lost most every hour
Drawn to that familiar pitter patter
The color is uncultured and insane
It coats my many moods of grief and rage

'Til I'm higher than I've been in a long time
Higher than a river of your wine
And I'll thank and hate and praise you all the same
You are the best, you're the worst
You're like me, we're the same

Eight-eight-one two-two-nine-four
It's a part of me and apart from me
Thirty-five years is an eternity
Five and three and six and seven in my memory
"The history of forgetting" things I always see