crooked smiles and sporadic appearances
always with a bag of goodies to share
always just crashing the night
but also most of the day
the santa claus of unwelcome gifts
we welcome you to our house
but not what you bring with you
like why are you ******* bringing over some guy
who you think is stealing from you
it scares us man
we care for you

but you scare us without even thinking about it

its the kind of fear
that doesn't immediately look like what it really is

and the kind of habits
you can't see the way we see them

the kind of pain
you think you hide

the kind of person
we don't want you to become

it's never too late
but it's definitely too little
but also too much

you really are better than this
but you don't care
careening off the freeway and into the void below

just know
you don't have to live like this
there is always room to grow