New adventures with my old self;

met a new one, need a new self,

need a new glove, need a new shelf.

Thought I knew love, guess I grew deaf.

Hennessy is anything for my dreams.

My biggest enemy is me, so it seems,

screaming “you got a friend in me”!

In the end, Indians took a chance on me…

I guess that’s why one takes away what they give away;

come with a silver spoon leave with an empty plate.

If you want to save the date gotta give a date…

Yet we could never be on this road again,

do the rodeo, now we won’t be friends.

Never knew love would end,

sigh, I knew it would…

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