Good, Our First Catch Of The Day

Stop, don't sleep just yet, the smell of guilt is on your breath.
It's not your fault; we were so young, the taste of spit gets worse everyday.
Stale cigarettes and cheap wine...
Who can we blame for feeling so old - the pointless nights and wasted days?
Only ourselves, only ourselves.

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