99 Bottles

Remember that silly old song

99 bottles of beer on the wall.

Remember our useless childlike games.

Before the two of us grew tall

And forgot each others names.

When we could do no wrong

And before we knew the meaning of that silly old song.

Because now when I sing it aloud.

I think of our vow.

To the times we said best friends forever,

But now all I ever hear is "never!"

Because in my heart I know better

than to think it's only a few verses talking about walls and mere beer.

It seems to me that every new line and every bottle taken is just a passage of time.

Every bottle down is a piece of us breaking.

And the small talk we have now

Is only us faking.

Slowly but surely.

Soft and steady.

Everything we once had

Begins to disappear in front of our very own eyes

And now that I think about it

Our friendship only lasts on a few more lines.

Ten more bottles of beer left on the wall

Now I'm left to wonder

Do you even care at all?

Take one down

Pass it around.

Nine bottles of beer on the wall.

Take one down

And you're still no where to be found.

Eight.

Tell me why did we wait?

Seven bottles remain

And we only have pain.

Now we're left with six.

And I know there's no easy fix.

Something so broken is like being dead when you're still alive

And now we're left with five.

There's no going back to what we had before.

So now we have four.

How could you do this to me?

Because you did, Our bottles only number three.

And now I ask "how will I forgive you?"

When we're left with two.

Take one down

pass it around

One bottle of beer on the wall.

There's only one

And now we're done.

Now all we have left is an empty shelf

And We can only blame ourselves.