Every time I see you falling.

I get myself into some scrapes and then some. Let me set the scene. I'm in my local and it's rough as guts. So far it's kinda tranquil, no raised voices or ill intent directed at me. That's not the scrape. I feel old. I'm seeking adventures my seventeen year old self would have revelled in. Time stands still for no-one, and here I am, feasting on a banquet of crumbs.