Reconnecting with a kindred spirit I once called my friend
It’s funny how things always get better at the end
Back at it again even though there’s not much of a difference
I’m still melodramatic and you still haven’t been the same since
And by since I mean since whatever happened to trigger you
I hated how you were until I realized it wasn’t much different from the shit I do
Regardless of if you think it’s true, there’s a reason why I reached out
I had to talk to you again despite all the voices of reason and doubt
Picking my brain for something to talk about, I can’t lose you again
I don’t wanna say anything stupid but I don’t wanna open up and be a burden
As usual I just can’t win
Valentine's Fall 