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When,
when we were young,
we had no history.
So nothing to lose,
meant we could choose,
choose what we wanted then,
without any fear
or thought of revenge.
But then you grew old,
and I lost my ambition.
So I gained an addiction
to drink and depression.
They are mine,
my only true friends,
and I'll keep them with me,
until the very end.
I'd choose not to remember,
but I miss your arrogance.
And I need your intelligence,
and your hate for authority.
But now you're gone.
I read it today.
They found you in Spain,
face down in the street,
with a bottle in your hand,
and wild smile on your face,
and a knife in your back--
you died in a foreign land.
And they found my letter
rolled up in your pocket,
where I said I'd kill myself
if she left me again.
So now she's gone,
and you're both in my mind,
I've got one thing to say,
before I am drunk again:
God damn the sun,
God damn the sun,
God damn the light it shines,
and this world it shows.
God damn the sun.