Sinking Into Memories

Drinking beer, chatting about gigs I venture to the same sofa to watch a clip on your phone I stroke the skin on your arm The way I wish you would when I'm close Plans are made for music and drinking You poured my beer for me Chose me a glass Just a standard one I have favourites Probably at the back of the cupboard now I remember when all my favourite things Were at the forefront Maybe it got broken I used to have something I called a small pint pot Which was actually a half sized glass tankard It was cute I know I'll be tired tomorrow But right now I don't care