don't just raise our glasses, break our damn glasses! shatter the shots into a thousand spilling dreams, over and over, a thousand times over, until we're neck deep in a strange wash of shards of glass and red wine, and then let's go swimming, don't be afraid of getting cut, no one sees the blood in the red of the wine

goodbye duy, thanks for passing on the torch. a loudmouth loves other loudmouths over thai food and wine.