Damaged Young Livers

My youth is dwendling like a carrot on a string
and i'm the jackass, who keeps moving on.
Each passing day, I get a little bit older
A little more overwhelmed,
and haven't taken a step forward.
But ever so carefully I force it out
I tread light with dilligence.
I sing songs to bring a smile to your lips
We talk about the good times.
Do you remember the time that our friend
swallowed his sorrow, and said i'll let it go.
But then a week later he saw them out,
and beat that kid untill his movements were ferel
and he lurched about in such a gutteral tone.
Do you remember the time that our friend hit the bottom
we didn't see him for days, But he still forced a smile.
and you could taste the hurt he was feeling as it seeped
through the air and chilled to your bones.
Do you remember the time you came in and we drank ourselves stupid
We reminisced on the times that we spent with no reason
or purpose, our lives weren't driven, we led a worthless existance
and it was priceless to us. And man, The kids are younger
they're going through it, and your little brother is a part of it too.
These are the times, These are the reasons, This is the sand in the hour glass
Trickling down but never wasting, recycling words of the moments passed.
these are the times, these are the reasons, these are the kids that can't grow up, the young livers damaged, time that we wasted, getting wasted, and wasting money. money we didn't have.
and thats something we'll never lose.