I know you like to be alone.
I know you like to do things on your own.
But some day, you're going to want a friend, so I was wondering,
Would you let me catch you
When you fall?
Would you let me be the one you'd call?
Would you let me help you end a fight?
Would you let me be the one
Who texts good night?
I know you don't want to rely on anyone,
But in the end,
Would you let me be your friend?

Inhale
Exhale
The smoke fades the pst
Short hit
Long hit
Your lungs burn, your mind goes numb
Inhale
Exhale
The smoke fills the car
Short hit
Long hit
***** the past, that pain won't last
Smoke it up and burn the past
Bad habits have made me
Bad habits will break me
I will eventually learn
But for now I smoke to feel the burn

"I feel nothing"
she said
as she lied down
on the cold empty road
not knowing which direction to go

"what's it like"
I asked her
over the phone
while stuck in traffic
just trying to get to work

I am broken.

there is nothing
beautiful about that.

brokenness is painful
and ugly and terrifying.

but no matter what,
I do not need you to
piece me back together.



yes, I am broken.

but I don't need
to be fixed.