pop the champange

The final countdown nears, but we pop the champagne and have that meal in the shadows of the shining sun, and we ended in a black forest that made the mouth speechless, talk was simple, some past, but more of the what ifs of the summer, only a few months to go. The 3 month time comes and you buy the time for without it there is no escape, damit. Jamming in the bedrock with Mr. Flintstone and the crew of the money, the last run for cover, we got the hell out of the mall and said fuck it, that guy is going down, all we need is one shot. Epic starts the countdown, and we pause for another day, till then, and finally comes the drive, mostly in silent, hell I didn’t know what to say but I did smile and have the light bro hug, till summer my friend, then we will really tear shit up. But the ticket will be bought, the journey traveled and maybe a round 2 will come, but we shall triumph over it.