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