What’s left once the guests
Are gone is enough to let us play
But we were just the ones to clean the rests away
We return the bottles of yesterday
The only bank that let’s us borrow
More money so we can pay
For the bottles of tomorrow
Life is only short for the ones
Who loves it, the winners of the game
They eat their healthy food
And jog but they die all the same
To spend the cash before we crash
Is the only thing that seems right
I loved the stars too fondly
To be fearful of the night
