I raise a glass to you my friends,
Forgetting that you have forged your ways,
Through crime and work, the 9 to 5,
Forgetting that you have passed my grave,
With children to the park
or driving by amongst the dark.
I remain a childhood mistake,
Unseen, unheard, I rot away,
The single memorial to your splendid youth,
It was dark when you stole my body from my mind,
and raining, I was walking home.
I was alone.
And now I'm waiting,
Glass in hand,
Raising it to you,
My bitter friends.