"Be careful, very careful."

A work in progress, not done yet, still needs a few lines.

It’s a big deal when you are not happy. Just in case we don’t make it back I want you to know that I tried. Those are moments I lost. Having sit-down talks about morbid thoughts. And they weren’t always mine. It was something we shared. Eye-liner flows. Dark clothes. Show that. I can’t watch you run across this landlocked hamartia cause. When four words could change all that. With the marks where we did well. And the scars when we sat still. Girl we’ll do fine. It’s a fair choice. By paper or the force in your voice. To make this or kid something eventually will. The best it’s been. Is the problem when cowards win. You decided to die just like I decided to live. I’m not an asshole for trying to think. It’s not something I jump into just like that. You roll your eyes hard enough to break necks. Be careful. But you can’t let that happen. Because you know they’re not happy till we are. So goes life on the Ritalin River. As weak as we are with our stains. And stained eyes we must do this together. I didn’t forget you just need to remind me. On the last station and I’m so scared. And I want to pretend that I’m not but. We have a lot to lose from this. And my words sound like a breath. And puberty smells just like death. When you’re at my house. In boots and a blouse. And I remember why I can’t. Watch you run across. This cliché kitsch bipolar loss. But girl we’ll do fine. With the burns before we reach hell. And divorce papers on the top of the hill. But girl we’ll do fine. I confess I cannot feel. And I admit my friends aren’t real. We’ll do fucking fine.

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Yes I listen to Bruce Springsteen.