It was four in the morning
We were watching edits
Laying with your head
In my lap the best
Of friends I knew
It wouldn’t last
It couldn’t last
Dice hit the table
What are the odds
It might work out
The silence came slowly
I didn’t even notice
But then
Turn around and you’ll see
Curled up on the bathroom tile
Head in your hands
Tears are not always visible
Look up
Written on the ceiling
How long until it all
Burns down
Which of your truths
Are false
I’ll never know