Sad Wae It

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Six bottles a day, for six months
doesn't seem that long
We'll meet up in the same shitty bar
we used to drink in
We'll talk about
how growing up
was dumb

But I know you won't be there
When I'm old and grey
You'll have fucked off,
Have 2.3 kids
But you'll be happy anyway
And I'll be in the same old place
Singing songs about girls I almost kissed at 16
I'm not asking for pity
Just a beer

I'll make the short walk home
With no friends by my side
I'll stop at a park
Think of you and your new life

How I could never fit in
With your cosmapolitan bullshit
How you probably own a fucking porsche
How you bought the penthouse suite
As a second home
How your going through your third divorce

And I might be fucking miserable
But at least I'm not a sellout
Do you remember
Autumn walks in the park
You said you loved Ayn Rand
I suppose I should have taken that hint
But I'd rather be miserable than a dick.

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from Patron Saints, released May 6, 2014

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