Dryunya

When you get older, plainer, sainer, will you remember all the danger we came from? Burning like embers, falling tender, longing for the days of no surrender years ago. And will you know? I'll never get to heaven cause I don't know how. Let's face a glass or two to all the things I've lost on you. Oh, tell me I've been lost on you. Oh, just that you could cut me loose. Oh, after everything I've lost.