Days of Being Wild

When you came and sat down next to me
I smiled and raised a drink; I forgot everything
I guessed your name and I was in your dream that night
The bottle on the bed stand was empty
Then I looked down at my watch
After such a short time you'd got so angry
You were trying to deny it
But it had already happened
It's alright to hate what I've become
Just don't forget our days of being wild
But if we ever finally come clean
Get it back and thaw this freeze
Will we share a glass of wine again
Go downtown and meet as friends?
Or will we go some other way
Pass each other and not say a thing?
With an ocean of indifference
Between us we can push against
At least let's stop a little while
And not forget all the days of being wild
Someday when we're both bald and bent
And all your currency's been spent you'll know
You'll come across some song we sang under 'Priced for Punks'
Or on the lips of some old drunk singing some wayward tune
But for now it's good night, my old pal of mine
Turn our backs on all those times
And the blood black stumps we cauterized
But if you change your mind I'll be a syllable away from you
The last word that I had for you
I'll never get it out in two
I left it back in all the days of being wild