Failed Accordion

A glass, a smoke and a record and he felt like the king of the world.

A souvenir, a piece of plastic.

As he lay there I looked backward.

It’s getting hard to smile at these faces.

A hundred pills took care of this.

No it won’t ever be the same, how could it ever be the same.

He had spent quite a long time trying to ignore all the shit around.

Never take life for granted, yes it feels as awful as it sounds.

No it won’t ever be the same, how could it ever be the same.

And it hurts to see what happened to real friends, somehow lost along the way.

I count them all in my head so they can always be with me.

He trashed his voice on each record, and it felt quite important to me.

A hundred pills took care of this.

Only one guy passing through, just a shadow that I knew, still shone the brightest light.

Spending the summer writing songs, play a record, sing along now that you’re always out of sight.