Salute friend, to your decent
I used to measure in the scars
Fringe benefit, death benefits
Highway riding in the long black car
My glass is short, but fuller than before
Just a splash of grenadine, stains upon my floor
Sustenance, something you once said
This is our retirement plan
No need to call, I'm never home
Still that beats slow and dying oldly I'm told
People change, save for their names
But here's to a friend that I once knew
And I fall short
But farther than before
Just a splash of tragedy
Steeped by your front door
Silent old friend
No one reason
I'm sure I'll see you at the...