We went through to the mere with beers and hugged the breeze,
And the sun was low down.
In a way melancholy was a guard to use,
And I don't know why.
I listened to my friends talk about some other time
I remember feeling lost
Of all the things that I called mine
I was biting my tongue.
Coming down to some depths I did not know were there,
Something eased my mind.
I just wished that the morning light was easy to bear,
If I'm bound to find a small mercy of sorts
To make up my own mind.
Was there a truth in getting high?
And infinite answer to why I was biting my tongue.
I listened to my friends talk about some other time,
I remember losing sight of all the things that I call mine.
I remember biting my tongue.
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