I'm only.

I'll meet you out when you're drunk.
I'll be there when you're hung
Out to dry, my friend.
A gentle talk and you'll be
Fine. We'll sit, pine and see
The stars till they end.
We'll see them burn, shine and strung;
sheets of songs to be sung
Out like cries, my friend.
A tired whisper for me 
Will tell the time for thee.
And the day we end;
Shall glisten; sparkle and flung
the fires until they've sunk
In the sea, my friend.
We might float and see the trees;
When the forest they'll be
In good time, my friend;
Burst, expands, recedes; and clung
To ancient growth that stung
This dead heart, my friend.
Endless time; infinity—
We'll sit as friends and see
The hour when, my friends,
We'll be cool in the unsung
Mood of riotous funk
Together, my friends.