Scotch On The Rocks

Waiting until the ice will break between us,

But I surely know that’ll never happen

.

Old jeans always discolour,

I know they will never have that colour, like they had before when those jeans were brand-new.

.

Mistakes, faults, accidents,

they will always stay into the back of our minds.

.

Our lives are like Scotch On The Rocks:

You’ll like her unique taste,

Or you’d rather hestitate to try,

You refuse to drink.

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