I always thought that I'd see you again
corn teeth and bloodshot eyes
We were young, in college
and always high
The gun under you pillow
didn't seem so strange
We hiked, drank, sang
watched old movies all day
It was months before I knew
you were sharing a bed with another
I hated you for making me feel foolish
and fucked you after you cried
You weren't found for weeks
and neither was she
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
For her, for you, for me