We talked about people dying last night and how I watched them do so
and I couldn’t help but to laugh at the memory and you were laughing too
and maybe that makes us kindred sociopathic spirits or maybe it just makes us afraid to be vulnerable so we look at death and then we laugh like we aren’t really scared
and you shoot animals from your bedroom window and I have to admit youre a pretty good shot
You shot an arrow through my heart
I wrote this in 5 minutes. Maybe I'll revise it someday.