you and i might not be the best thing,
because we spit at each other,
words that cut and drive us to the floor.
im a drugged up mess and youre just a mess,
but maybe we can bond over that
and comic books and failures.
because it seems we have endless supplies
of all the bad things and not enough good ones.
so ill sit in our room alone and wait,
that seems like what i do recently.

but i know youll be back,
you always do.
now our stories have changed
and im waiting for a call,
instead of you.

ill be your strength,
ill be the bones that are killing you.