I got too high again when I realized I can’t not be with you,  Or be just your friend. I love you to death, but I just can’t pretend we were lovers first. Confidants but never friends. Were we ever friends? But when, your stitch comes loose... I wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out of you, you. I took too many hits off this memory, I need to come down.Â









