Leave the wine glass out and drink a toast to never.
Later down the road it’s midnight,
people sleeping in their beds.
You’d like to come up soft on tiptoe,
put a bullet in their heads.
Go downstairs and get a sandwich,
pop and beer and turn on the news,
put your feet up, get the phone book,
call her and say, You got the blues?
I got ‘em too, hey, come on over,
no one home but me these days,
just like you, let’s burn their albums,
warm out hearts around the blaze.
It’s been one year today since I put on a cap and gown, tried not to look too hungover, and walked across a stage to receive my college diploma. It was a great day! I drank margaritas with my grandma! I did it! However, the excitement of getting a free college t-shirt on grad day have worn…