Like a ******* Blink-182 song:
I miss you, miss you.

I’m feeling unwell
My stomach.
My heart.
My eyes.
And my nose.
I made a mistake.
And I made up a story.
And I made up a world.
And I hurt my best friend.
And now I don’t know what to do.

It’s true that I get all wrapped up in myself
And I can’t help but feel all unwound
But give me a chance
And I’ll break out a dance
And worm my way into your heart.
But be careful when I am in there.
It’s true that I’ll do it again.
And then when you fall,
I’ll leap over a wall
And pretend that we never had danced.

7 people sitting in a room
6 notes shared between them
5 blustering, bullying, burrowing, bellows below
4 giggles in a foreign place
3 minutes of silence
2 seconds to get ou.....
1 phone call to your loved ones.
Bang.
Boom.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

7 people sitting in a room
7 witches in a brew
7 friends?
7 foes?
7 days to fill the holes
7 monkeys jumping on the bed
7 monkeys fell on their heads

We.
Us.
Out.
Now.
Boom.

Tick.... tick... tick...
Hot... cold... what?
How am I both?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Why am I still talking?
How am I still talking?
Huh.
.....................
This isn't so bad.
..........................
Huh.
.......Who...
......Are...
.­.....Is...
........................................
Huh.