Used To Be

Used To Be You recall both you and me drinking when the sun came up? You say there was a time or three there was no coffee in my cup? Kicking around old memories of neon and all nighters. The way we used to throw em down back alley drunken fighters. Cussing like a sailor when there's nothing else to say. Each Friday night a weekend leave on some distant harbors bay. No thought for consequences no thought for nights in jail. Sleep it off til morning and not even post no bail. All these things you say are true but such a distant memory. Like the man you must be thinking of sounds like who I used to be. Forgotten anniversaries, birthday parties and baseball games. Taking extra time off work and forgetting peoples names. Saying I would be there then not show up at all. Promising of course I will and then never even call. Treating people like old news like they never even mattered. Not even back then miss a beat when I watched as their dreams shattered. I can't bear to go back there I can't even bear to see. All the things I used to do and the man I used to be. Lets talk about on down the road there's brighter days ahead. Not about the used be's or speak ill of the dead. Edwin C Hofert