i wonder, how well i know the way you walk. i wonder, if it's comparable, to how well you knew the way i talk. deliberate yet jumbled, opposed to your slyness. confident yet humble, we shared a ***** concience. always responsive, always nonsense, when we schemed a way to test my patience, and a way to smuggle our symbols across the sea.
i'll miss you,
sincerely.
sing song ding **** ditch, i once met a girl that called me a snitch. king kong ping pong pitch, she called me a liar and claimed my art kitsch she wasn't wrong what a *****