Seth Keiper

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes
And pou'd the gowans fine.
We've wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin' auld lang syne.

We twa hae sported i' the burn,
From morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.

And ther's a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll tak' a right good willie-waught,,
For auld lang syne.

I am not even Scottish but that makes me want to wear a kilt, for bloody sake.

your hand on his arm the hay stack charm around your neck strung out and thin calling some friend trying to cash some check he's acting dumb that's what you've come to expect he's wearing your clothes head down to toes a reaction to you you say you know what he did but you idiot kid you don't have a clue sometimes they just get caught in the eye you're pulling him through now on the bus nearly touching this dirty retreat falling out 6th and powell a dead sweat in my teeth gonna walk walk walk four more blocks plus the one in my brain down downstairs to the man he's gonna make it all OK I can't beat myself I can't beat myself and I don't want to talk I'm taking the cure so I can be quiet whenever I want so leave me alone you ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks