The paper cuts
Breed like the plague
The piano keys are curt
The tune is turning vague
Life has jammed salt
Right down my throat
So I scrub my tar soul
From the lyrics I wrote
Every night.
But yeah, I've been alright.
"hey"
um, hey.
"so? what's been going on these past 2 weeks, 4 weeks, 2 months? why haven't you been speaking to us?"
it's just our paths, you know? they never cross. i barely see you.
"i see you all the time, but you're always talking to other people."
i could say the same for you
"touche."
...
"so what's been happening?"
i stopped talking to 2 of my friends.
"ha."
you?
"nothing much really. nothings been going on. well, there was something, but i cant remember so it probably doesnt matter."
let's make up for it. meet up?
"yeah."
maybe we needed this.
"what are you suggesting?"
too much of a good thing is too much, right?
"yeah. like *******."
and then we laughed.
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I never once said I was sorry, which is a new one.
But i am.
I miss you guys so much.