My immune system can't keep up with my emotions, I've broke and shed tears, learning to be kosher. I've been sick for a month but sick of you longer. If my resilience is strong, my resolve can be stronger. I won't talk to you, what's there to say anyway? Hey What's up? You hear Deafheaven's new album? No? Yeah, it's not out yet. I know you're not even giving this a second thought. But when everyone's around- I still wonder why you're not. Even though it's brief and in passing and maybe I'm relieved; disenchanted. I don't have to address the silence in a drunken stupor amongst all of these new faces, I'm super. I can talk to whoever and not feel like a loser swiping on tinder, wearing away my finger prints, a repetitive motion syndrome since that night I decided to get to stepping for my dignity. I refused to be an option that's just in your vicinity. I've bought one too many beers that I didn't drink myself. I've sat shiva one too many times on your bottom shelf. So now I just wonder if we could ever be cordial, I've been rubbing panacea on the sofa-bed sores, I've acquired these last few months with you. Hey what're you up to? Hope you're alright Congratulations I bid you good night.