Untitled (Sad Song)

I Caught you sleeping on a sunset bench 
You know the one I kinda looks like [bad word] 
Broken fingers and a bloody chest 
I don't think you'll 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 you're getting cold
And I know you're getting old 

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 down in the spirit ditch 
You broke your neck but your legs still twitch

And I know you're getting old
And I know you're getting cold