over alcohol at a candlelit table.
You play with the flame,
I watch as it barely scars your skin.
Looking back at all we did,
we’re not regretting,
simply wanting to relive,
for another night
playing football until the moon lights
Or talking until
we lose track of the clock.
Or getting drunk
purely because we knew we can.
Or hurting ourselves
We (force a) laugh as we recollect:
we don’t think we’re invincible,
we just wish we didn’t realise our age.