it's not that i'm inclined to argue
neither am i one to drink
but if you think i'll turn you down
i'd say perhaps you shouldn't think

the curse of jeans and a tired smile
is no one knows you when you're dead
so sit a bit, you'll wish you hadn't
but there'll be no regret, since indeed you had

and what should we talk about in this moment
when nothing matters and nothings lasts?
another version of the past, i insist,
while i still don't take the fact that you exist
for granted