She's one of my best friends
ever since ninth grade
I thought I'd ask her to homecoming
but my other friend beat to the punch
and it was okay
in ninth grade nobody needs a relationship
and they were so perfectly wrong for each other

she asked me to talk to him
he smokes too much
and it's hurting his grades
and I want to tell her
to scream at her
you're asking me to give advice
the blind leading the blind
because we can always see it coming
the sad part is we let it take us
when being high or drunk
is the only true thing you feel anymore
sold soul to the dealer
lost in an ABC store
I want to tell her
I can't help him
like you can't help me
we carry these globes atop our shoulders
and it gets so heavy
our knees shatter
until we are left kneeling
waiting for that ax
until we can learn to help ourselves
we can't reach out
until we can look in