Can you wait for a while?
Just let me finish dinning
It's a good stew, you know, and the beer ain't bad either
I used to drink with my old man
Well, not as good as this one, but it's something
A good memory is like a fine wine,
It gets better with time
Gosh, I'm sorry, that was my father talking
I'm not a good companion
Unlike a glass of beer, I can't start a conversation the second you get the taste of me
The memories, does it mean anything to you?
The silence we shared, the stupid look on my face,
Like a drunkard who had more than he could swallow
The butterflies in my stomach, or is it a stew you made for me a long time ago?
I'm sorry, I'm asking too much, am I?
I'm done