since true detective is gone, this is all I watch.
You ever watch something die?
Something you worked hard for?
Broke your back for? For What? And why?
And let it die, guts and blood on the floor?
You ever think, to hell with this?
To hell with that, I’m too old for this shit.
Look back on those moments and miss,
I won’t get it back, this aint it.
How about explaining to friends?
It seemed like the perfect idea at the time.
All that time and effort you used,
to put it all, out of your fucking mind.
Now you forget all the fucking time,
set set aside to work on it.
Not worth losing my mind,
But I keep thinking it was a perfect fit.
You ever notice how much slower time goes?
How much longer the day seems?
How much higher the highs? And lower the lows?
And the night, how it lost it’s shimmer? It’s gleam?
You ever notice?
Do you ever think?
How much time you wasted?
Hand me a fucking drink.