a toast for you

Waking up in the strangest places
Finding weird stuff in me pockets
No recollection, not a clue
What the fuck? And who are you?

And I keep sayin’ it’s got to stop
but the phone keeps a’ ringing, she tells me
“You’ll go out and grab a beer
bring a scotch, I’ll let you in”

If we ever fall out of love
no matter there, we’re in its grace
“may your glass be full!”
– this toast’s for you.

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