Hey.
This is my end-song, no more
I shut the book and it'll work
Just listen.

You don't know that I know
Or I think I know that you don't know that I know
Or I thought that you were, and you weren't
Whatever
That's over

But still all this backstage coggery
Whirs and I—
Tick tick tick, you're every time of the day
All our small talk twists the arrow in my chest
You need a friend more than I need you
So I'll go and confess to a jury of unknowns
This half-story they'll never be half-told

I'm like Sisyphus
Every ;) sends my heart
Tumbling to the bottom
Gods be ******, though
Fires rage within, whatever
You need a friend.
The End