I'm worried about good times
and how there aren't enough to spare.
I've been thinking about good times,
and how every one from the past
has a burden to bring with it.
I'm worried about the unworthy,
the wicked,
and the silhouette of the sinister
masking itself as a good time.
That bottle you bring
only sells your time short,
and removes any memory
of a good time from your system.
