Hey Matt I hope you're doing okay, the time we spent in high school classrooms seems so far away. And everything that we thought that we knew about the construction of our bodies,

tiny frames supporting you, It all goes to shit.

Noah I named the last song after you and the summers spent in Jared's room contemplating what to do. I'm sorry I'm such a fucking dick.

Human lives, intersecting lines never really made sense to me.

Could you call me back.

And when the summer comes I won't be home but I'll be thinking of the times spent on the pier

analyzing lines and where that one kid died.

There's graffiti on the boardwalk they'll paint over eventually.

For now it's a reminder the only permanence inside of me

Is a Friday night alone on the internet wishing all of my insides could find a better home to die.