Can I call you up?

Tell you about my day and

The shape that I begin to take when you are far away

You're probably in your room

Watching TV with your dad and

The lines across your face, they move downward in tandem repeatedly

We were both sixteen

When you said you had the thought about the privilege of dying

Though it didn't scare you none

Third floor window seat

I am staring at your mouth and your blackout drunk

You sing the songs, you laugh about the jokes

If there's a single thing

That still amazes you, then that's

The reason for all the living that I know you don't wanna do