Sun is coming, won't be long Pack our things, put coffee on Won't be here when you wake up Don't be angry, had to go Busy with our lives and so We depart to wreck ourselves Can't blame anybody, guess we could But it's not that effective And by the way, who asked? We can't recall the question But sure the answer is At the bottom of this bottle, yes So here's to letting go In time you'll stick to what you know For fear you'll find that Soon you're dancing to somebody else's tune And they don't like to waltz Who hates to waltz? Walking the tightrope eternal it seems Wonders never fail to cease Squeamish or a prick like me? Good morning!