her best ****
was half drunk
fully clothed
in the front row
of a strangers
disco funeral

it's like pre - gaming really hard
being way to drunk before you even leave
some people need to throw it all up
get it all out and let you know what they ate
others, perhaps the more important bunch
just need time

i've come to the conclusion
we live a disengaged illusion
there's three types of people
those who have conversation
on social media
those who have conversation
about social media
and those who just have conversation
i'm not sure which one frightens me more

idk *** u want from me

when there's nothing you can do right
and you don't know what you did wrong
and you don't know how to prove
that this is right where she belongs

you navigated around obstacles
over bridges and under waterfalls
til you found yourself safely in my life

when everything around me is blue
nothing doesn't remind me of you
like riding a bike
or tying a shoe
moments don't go the way you want them to
and i'll whisper your name when they
ask me *who?