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,

Forgotten, begotten.

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.