what they didn't talk about you,my poor,
that the dog couldn't even eat with fat
they talked that after everything
you brought him into our dreams
they talked that you like just the way I go down
what do they talk about you even now,my poor,
that's not the question of anger nor jealousy anymore
it's something more than that
for someone a cure and for someone drugs
I know there's a little bit of truth and a little bit of destiny there
and don't think that I drink
I'm not allowed to
I'm dying completely sober