well, you told me i was sunshine and i told you i was sewage and slime you said that i was a universal transmitter of love you said "you are like a bleeding sharpie" i was confused at that last one
but professed that no; i was a black hole that soaked up rays of sunshine and the blood of many sharpies with unquestionable gravity powers i crushed the light, it all became night
you tried to explain to me how pretty sharpies were when you pressed them hard and they bled out on the page like nothing's left but i refused to believe "there was nothing in the first place life is nothing"
so you asked me what was wrong and i told you my heart was melting warm, i could feel it dripping and slipping you said be happy, and i agree, i'll be there in a few days. maybe