My old friend
Need only speak your name
to summon a smile
I knew you when we had so much more in common
it's been a while
Winter was cold

the autumn was dire

Love has no meaning

without desire

If we're gonna make it

we've got to set ourselves on fire

Something to believe in

to only be inspired

To torch it all to cinders to only build a fire

My old friend

We used to sharpen our blades on each other

for the fight

We used to plead

with the flame to ever only

stay alight

Our backs are breaking

beneath the weight

Some albatrosses

some Aces and Eights

Our hearts are freezing

beneath their tempered iron plates.