Sad song :c

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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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