and here we are again
my low and dull and aching friend
you seem to cling tight to my insides
and squeeze all out, my normal vibes

one night to lose thought
one might've not fought
soul dripped for what? naught.
and here again, on this plot.

this blue ink is red
and our minds so led
our true thoughts became
as our walls were shed

and fear of untruth or worry
dropped me off, a quick hurry
true words so spoken
yet cracked bells are unbroken
me and my friend,
all alone out in the open