Fell down three flights of stairs
And that wasn't a bad trip
Compared to where I went last night

Three drops of medicine,
My best girl, my best friend,
And I took room four for a ride

Complicated frustration
Mixed well with dilation
Though two were cut,
One was not dry

I tried to look down
From the synesthesia sound
As their eye contact
Distance drew nigh

I'd talk feelings and thoughts till the dawn
I walk out if my whole life goes wrong
I'll skip this session
That doorknob looks ripe
I'll be back in a minute

Goodnight