Sad bast*rd Music lyrics
by You, Me, and Everyone We Know
This sweater doesn't quite smell
Nice the way it used to
My teeth aren't nearly as white
My blue eyes half as bright
My taste for liquor ain't the same
I say that's a good thing
Beneath this crooked little grin
The ice is getting thin
But our times are never really thick
Simple arithmetic
It's not a mental trick I plan to learn
Too good at giving up
Why bother covering a candle due to snuff?
Simple arithmetic
It's not a mental trick I plan to learn
I've learned to live without
I'm barely flickering, just put me out