Cheers!

Is this the same bar? Is this the same seat?
It’s hard to remember. But I can’t forget
The words and the tension, the cyanide heat,
Your hand in my hand both covered in sweat.

This rotten old shell of what used to be me
Gives off just a scent of that bitter regret
That lingers inside. I would not change a thing
So who’d drink to that? Well, I’ll drink to that!

Old pal, bottoms up! Let’s shout hip-hurray!
Let’s break that old glass and scatter it all!
I’m sick and revolted of being afraid.
I’m tired of waiting for you. For your call.

Let’s drink to the venom that eats at my veins,
Dissolves my intestines and gnaws at my chest.
Let’s drink to the passion, let’s drink to the past.
Let’s drink up the present. Leave out all the rest.

Corrupted, forsaken, mistaken for some
Delusional monster. Am I truly one?
If so… what the hell? Let’s go grab our beers.
A glass in my hand. It’s festering. Cheers!