:( sad song

Caught you sleeping on a sunset bench 
You know the one I kinda look like [bad word] 
Broken fingers and unbloody chest 
I don't think you remember this 

Then I saw you on the boulevard 
Tried to sell me someone's credit card 
Hanging out with the avenues 
Coming down with nothing to use 

And I know we are getting old 
And I know we are getting cold 

Quick stop at the liquor store 
You'll buy a beer and I'll get 30 more 
Yes sir I'm really 24  [bad word] THAT let's just run for the door 

Passed out and you're seeing stars 
Waking up in someone else's car 
Faced out in the spirit ditch 
Broke you neck but your legs still twitch 

And I know we are getting old 
And I know we are getting cold