“
I could drink myself to death tonight
Or I could stand and give a toast
To those who made it out alive
It’s you I’ll miss the most
But tonight I’ll see my sweetheart
I’ve got a fifty dollar bill
But somewhere in her weak heart
She knows I never will
Oh love, it’s hard to hide it
True love, it’s hard to find it
Though I was once beside it
I’ve fallen far behind it
— Deer Tick - Smith Hill
