Do you even like the friends that chill with you
everything is cool
but when you fall
they disappear from
like shaggy looking for clues
crystal balls
with no hope
on fucking fortunes
or in sand dunes
fumes hitting highs
hit the lights
psycho waiting in dark rooms
gloomy nights
light looms
eyes strained
soul unmoved
so un true
less and few
give a fuck
when you talk on when you’re coming through
like newspaper left on a train seat
constant used
stuck in loops
over play same voice
same tune
unstable minds
greeted with blurry lines


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