I hope there's cigarettes in later

 A life lived to the brim
filled with women with kind eyes
and truths no man should know

And love
and love
and love

Just to see if it would change the way he could forget what he had seen

He drank away his days and pissed them out in ink

Some say he wasted life
Some would say he lived

In alleys, rooms and roaches eyes

He lived

He smoked, he drank, he fucked, he fought, he loved but most of all he lived
while we planned to do the same
He saw loneliness in hands of clocks and held them in his own
He woke in gutters
He woke in cloudy beds
He woke some from open eyes

And the ink of my pen still mourns the day he wouldn't