So let's close our eyes and we'll talk in the morning. When we're able to feel. The true weight of our words and why we're both here. Then we can say we tried and take comfort in knowing.
I hate myself more than I ever let on. I'm burnt out at twenty two. I lived too fast and I loved too much and I'll die too young. But I chose this cup that I drank from.
You're pulling out your teeth. And I'm the Novocaine you pump in your cheek. That's why I'm still around, you've got blood running down your chin. But you suffered peacefully.