by Christopher Chin

Created on: August 15, 2008

the clock strikes ten and all have arrived
the night is beginning and we have all strived
for this day to finally come
so we crack open the thirties and the bottle of rum
this is the fateful night we all knew we would see
so we grab the dutches and roll some tree
to fight off the night we have to be smashed
this is the last day together, lets blow all our cash
for tomorrow we shall wake in another town
another worried and lonely face looking you down
for tomorrow we shall wake without our mothers
without our dogs, families, friends, or brothers
so drink it down and smoke it all
we move on to college, it is turning to fall
on this last day that we friends are together
but i wont remember it, the night, or this girl heather?

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