Falling out of touch with all my
friends are somewhere getting wasted,
hope theyre staying glued together,
I have arms for them.
my close, close loves i love
and really i still feel uncomfortable knowing this, but i am so done with a lot of things
including... competition, edge,
im so peaceful on the necessity of acceptance and arms, a thousand different intertwines and webs and talks talks talks talks
except not yet, cause we go on pretending
its like Everyone wants Everyone to stop pretending first. But when no one is brave enough, even I am fooled, and then I am the only one pretending, he is the only one pretending, and she is the only one pretending. And we are all pretending alone.
I am pretending!
Now I hardly know them
and Ill take my time Ill carry them over, and Ill make them mine.
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