we have friends  and can finish
each others meals
what if i think about killing myself so often
but dont want to kill myself yet
what a gun tastes like
how to reach my kobain
though bubble - i want to jizz
i do whatifs like too much vodka
grab the steering wheel like a jerk
we take ditches
i try to finish fast am waiting for a real moon
to exist in my lifetime
i am high and checking facebook
my roommates are drinking in the kitchen
i think abt my life mirrored to my fathers
im wasting time have no money
i want to speak to people with a smile