Tuesday, 21 July 2009

A Reminder

If I get old, I will not give in.
But if I do, remind me of this.
Remind me that once I was free,
once I was cool, once I was me.
And if I sat down, and crossed my arms,
hold me into this song.

Knock me out, smash out my brains.
If I take a chair, start to talk shit...

If I get old, remind me of this:
That night we kissed, and I really meant it.
Whatever happens, if we're still speaking.
Pick up the phone, play me this song.