And once you're old
And you don't feel quite as bold
Only then will you regret all the time you've spent
Turning your lungs into twin black holes
That are devoid of use as the void ensues
And since I'm young
I do just as I please
Rarely give two thoughts to how I ought to be
But now I go to see you in the ICU
In that here and there halfway-between chair
Convulsing or dancing
It's anybody's guess
I think it's the end of the party and I'm your guest