amazing grace, a toast to barns
to falling apart in each others' arms
to violet nights and endless mornings
favourite songs and final warnings
to lucky charms and gin and art
the kind of love that breaks your heart
to going when the going's rough
and laughter when we're acting tough
to introductions made and ruined
to tears and phone calls in late June
to all the bridges we let burn
to all the lessons still to learn
to the names we gave to dying stars
to our monumentally reckless hearts
our grief, our scars, our inhibitions
rainy saves and bad decisions
to this drunken, lacklove, perfect world
to these homeless circus men and girls
to all the times you've kept me warm,
to all my shelters from the storm,
a toast to our amazing grace
and may we never win this race.