Counting the gunshots outside the café of course I was drinking and massively. T’was the end of the year good riddance my dear Ill watch you bleed out and happily, the rain stayed away November had nothing to say and I had no enemies. The sun never sets in the Mission I guess or the fires just light up the street , we meet at a place that has aged like a face beautiful but ordinary. You had traded your heart for a little bag of cocaine and we were best friends again. But in the fires that burnt that’s where I learnt of the true meaning of ambulance, in some ambient moment like time was postponed I saw the medic and gradually as the features cleared on his face I was all get me out of this place I’m covered in irony. And when the leeches reach us I will go quietly . The ships played in the waves where they swayed or the clouds or whatever it was. By now I'm insane from the drinking and you are because of the drugs. I think it was the time around they found that dead guy downtown that you wrote that song about. You rhymed knife with night spoke of the joys of losing ones life and we were all finally, and we were all, and we were all counting the gunshots outside the café of course we were drinking massively, the end of the year good riddance my dear Ill watch you bleed out and happily, the rain stayed away November had nothing to say and I had no enemies.