Well Wisher

[Verse 1]
Slow-motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips
Five bottles' stale, pissy ale stumble to your pale wrists
Thin man with unkept hair, clean shave but a glassy stare
You've lost it all, boy, and so young

[Chorus 1]
I'll remember times like these
With a bit of satisfaction
I remember somber days
With more to come, I surely won't forget them

[Verse 3]
Stick figure twig of a boy
A toothy grin, a slim bit of poise
He says, "I'll take you down with one blow"
And though we laugh, he does quite well

[Chorus 2]
These are times where we all look onward
Not what's now but what's to come
A lot of pride and a shade of hope
Am I the only one who gets this fucking joke?

[Chorus 2]
These are times where we all look onward
Not what's now but what's to come
A lot of pride and a shade of hope
Am I the only one who gets this fucking joke?