You don’t ask,
So I won’t tell,
The same assumptions that lead you to think they are okay,
The same ones that will lead them to the grave
Strangers to peace,
A smile when the sun is all bright,
tears and doubt when night kicks in,
when did you last check-in?
we never perfect
with all the flaws
the creeping demons of the dark,
join me for a shot of whiskey
it’s dark and hazy down here.
The assumptions that lead you to think I’m okay,
The same one that will lead them to the grave
Friend; so they may be
But when did you last check-in?