It would be nice to hear from you
When you used to call me for advice
All drunk and sad at four AM
We both had lost our girlfriends
But our sense of humor never
In the summer we saved each others lives
I've been high but mostly low
A lifelong lodger on a dead end road
But I like mine to shine like gold
The darkest hour turns brighter than a rose, than a rose
The memories I still lean on
In the current haze I'm in
When we were so down we'd toast the town
Like two black hearted Irishmen
I don't settle things with booze
Does the guy that I still care about
In the stories that I hear?
I've been high but mostly low
A lifelong lodger on a dead end road
But I like mine to shine like gold
The darkest hour turns brighter than a rose
We didn't get much further
Than a shoebox for a home
And our mattresses are gray with years
Of passing out in our street clothes
Now the hard times are behind us
And the bottom line, and this is mine
Dammit, we both got a phone
I've been high but mostly low
A lifelong lodger on a dead end road
But I like mine to shine like gold
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