did i get the good side?
was anything better?
did you feel worse
when the concrete split
beneath usdid you get the bad side?
was your brain messed more?
is it why you won't speak
when i call for you
into the voidnow you smell of cigarettes
now your eyes are heavy
and i see you in a new lighti'm afraid of who you are
did we ever push each other
down that slidewhen we were small and naïve
and we hoped for everything
and i thought we were finebut you're done trying
and frankly i am too
'cause you couldn't even
say it out loudyou smell of cigarettes
and your eyes are so heavy
and this new lighting
fills me with fear