Old Manners

My old friend appeared long ago We shared bright colors and overnight walks in the park We used to drink, smoke and fall apart As if all of the pieces would just fall back into place on their own But all these chapters come to an end You get heavier and heavier with the weight of the days passing by When all is said when every word seems tired When nothing comes to mind but the grind and the need for an easy way out As far as I can remember we were just hanging around and waiting for a sign A nod of approval a flash of reason To justify the bits of glass we break when we need to make some room Only in a quiet place will the story come into focus and reveal itself Pieces of memory brought together scene after scene And you wonder if you'll go down with your pride and your heart