The Devil-Tips

If I could always be eighteen
You could always be eight
We’d draw monsters on your walls
I’ll keep you up too late
'cause getting served in pubs
Isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
I dreamt you were wee again
Arms stretched out and pining for me
Come here so I can help you
Tie your brand new tie
Brush your coat and remember
No-one laughs if you cry
Well fuck me, it’s windy
We picked a good day
That’s the first drink I’ve ever bought you
And I’m sure you’re starting to sway