The Fish

We never meant to say sorry it was more of a smoke filled tiring of breathless gills The morning wakes us all all too soon cats on tables and cigarettes without a flume Time tells all of us will die hard to be black and white tend to shoo away little smiles Time has a great grace of wage and handfuls of terrible mistakes I heard today he shot him little sleepy town in minnesota been dreaming of death and how sad that from now on the man i once knew will never see daylight again what is wrong with us society is a filth of regret might fly back and visit him in prision one day just to say hello mistakes of others make you feel desperate no use in making amends talked to my dad tonight, gonna send me some money for Christmas i can see his lights, and the brilliant display how i miss them, unlike no other my dad, my sister and of course my drug addicted brother aint to late to go back, but for what? just maybe only for them cause no matter what happens my family is my heart, my soul, and my kin.