To Live ,To Die

And all the yesterdays between the things they say and what they mean, The alcoholic happenstance that makes you have to smile and dance with drunkards on the tavern floor from every week since you were four to just tomorrow afternoon, Don't find me now ,I left too soon, If I come back and I'm not hear I don't know what I'll do my dear, So break the mirror on the wall, I can't respond, the wake up call, would only force me to exist, and then I'd know the fiends I've kissed, and I would scream and run away, to live to die another day.