It's hard to make these letters   look as beautiful as you   a word too soft too frail to be uttered   or be places to be dreamed      My blood was an untrusty ink tonight      With lips and hands   that will never meet again   Please understand that these are the years   and I just can't bare to see them wasted      My blood was an untrusty ink tonight   on that back of this photograph   my words fell short of our last goodbye      Bottoms up you fuckers   this is your last release   your libations are undead to me