Wasted With You - Okta Logue

When I get old

I hope I’ll have memories to choose

I will cut all the ones in reveries

I will cut them loose

Now let them send them all on a one way trip

I will keep the ones I have of you

Would you keep 'em, too?

Oh, I do

Do you have 'em, too?

Oh hell, I do

Ready or not

One day I’ll get the blues

But sure will not these many days I was wasted with you

And somehow I can’t forget when rushing thoughts run through my head like songs

that always take me back to you

Do you have 'em, too?

Oh, I do

Do you hear 'em, too?

Oh hell, I do