nothings perfect but fire
and here you are
just siiting at the kitchen table
with an old friend

chewing the cud
watching the riverflow
laughing and joking
at the passing of pass time

and its all alright
enough in the memory bank
and stars light the room
we've been here before

and you'll be my funeral invite
and i your carrier
and we'll really laugh when its all over
but for now, absteem like men

caught in a friendless love
with enough above us
to be kind
and we hug each other and the kid.

who's dressed up as a pig
which is cool.