Reminisce

While the Bard tends the wounds

The bartender pours a drink

IPA got me “In-PAin” again

Heart locked in a cage I made

IPA, I-Pain, sip slow in the dark

Bard with the bars, big scars on the heart

Build high, break down, stay when it gets too hard

IPA in my veins, young Bard in the park

IPA, cold glass, smoke clouds in the yard

Bard sings blues while the world fall apart

Built mine just to burn every brick that I carved

IPA nights, all pain for the Bard

Bard with the bars in the back booth

Sad songs, black hoodie, cracked tooth

IPA in the pint glass, past due

Bad moods, half-truths, black boots