Sometimes
I feel like I should floss my teeth
but I give up, give in
what's the point?
You may have your pearly whites
decades beyond when I have mine
but we lose all our things in the end
so in the end you're just a bigger number
aren't you?

At night
I want to start my engine and drive
as I walk by my empty
parking spot.
Walking may be my cure for the blues
but pebbles enter from the holes in my shoes
so while I walk on for dollar coffee
I repeat the words you taught me
when I felt claim to lecture you
and line up your mistakes:

You're just a bigger number aren't you?

I see you when I least want to see you on the internet
pervading almost every single ticking ******* second
I see your face and I can't help but wonder why it looks like
to the world at large those four years that passed are
vanished like ghostly plumes of dust into the morning light
and in the end it's just like we'd never met at all
but I swear wherever I am I'll be gazing at your fall
nine days long from your penthouse to the ground
but for now

You're just a bigger number aren't you?