With every sip of your beer, I taste
the familiarity that's here, and I'll waste
the dream for the fear,  it's my waist
that had been held dear, but now we're spaced
out to where you seem clear,  have we faced
the fact that you don't bring me cheer, I've chased
the ideas that you revere, but you've phased
out to your own hemisphere, I'm displaced
even when I find you near.