I met you this year
You're quite fun to talk to
I enjoy annoying you
Though I don't know what to call you
I'll settle for the bane of my existence
And the reason I haven't killed yet
Maybe
Are you my enemy
Friend?
Does it truly matter
You've probably caught on this is about you
Not that I'll give you a straight answer
You're the only one I actually speak to when I'm high
Especially when I'm really high
So now you definitely know
Hm
I don't mind
I'm not really saying all of how I feel about you
You've always interested me
The way you managed to get under people's skin
With three words
I pretend to be angry
Hell, I started war with you
I just wanted an excuse to speak to you
Now look how far we've come huh?
I'm pretty awkward when it comes to small talk
I needed a reason to speak to you
Then I discovered you have something in common
In common with me
Flowers, Sleepy bat
So that gave me good reason to talk to you
I even let flowers talk to you
I call you the bane of my existence because
I really don't know what to call you
I mean, I hate you, kinda
We're friends, kinda
We talk every damn day
Who really knows
Have a nice day man
Jus letting you know
You're the bane of my existence
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Head, Heart, and Soul
PoésieTW: Contains use of profane language, suicidal thoughts, depictions and/or mentions of violent or otherwise disturbing acts, mentions of mental health issues, and other things that may be triggering to some audiences. Read at your own discretion, an...
