i'm not sure if it is due to our unique complication, our telepathic link, or our pathetic need for reassurance from one another.
it could have something to do with your observational skills in a bedroom corner,
or maybe relating to my constant wandering eye.
whatever it may or may not be,
we have learned that it cannot be ended when we are clothed in v-necks with ripped collars and **** mrs. claus costumes.

if we both are bipolar, then at least we understand.
if we both can separate ourselves, why can't we separate each other?
(we just can't seem to keep our masks off all the time)
how can we go from our lowest lows to our highest highs at the drop of a fedora?
this time the puck is in my zone
shot on goal!
i'm sorry to disappoint
but i can't make the save.