Can you call me
At least attach yourself
To the phone
Till you hear me
Breathe my thoughts
And live by my words
While I recede on the phone with a stranger
Arrange my life
As I grow deranged with my progress
My head bursts like a comfortable sofa
With an equally livid old ******
Sitting on it and laughing about galaxies
Wishing the science worked and the acid killed him
Haha