Tonight


Take me back to the time when my shoes were cheap, but I have more than enough.

Take me back to the days when I am alone wandering, yet I am proud.

Take me back to the months when my hands were empty, still, my time was right.

Take me back to the years when alcohol was bittersweet, sleep was cheap and the nights were always young.

What has adulting done?

Why don't you take me back?

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