you're
on the phone with
someone who doesn't know about
your soul and how it can't
be held by flesh and bone and
i guess that's fine i
would never want you to stop
your life
but
when i saw you both with
your shoulders touching sitting
so close
i
knew i'd hold on to this feeling i'd
hold on to anything at all was
it my fault because
i easily confused you for
someone who would hold my hand
when things got
hard when things got
dark because oh my
god when they get
dark they
get so dark
you
were always a bad friend and
you would leave when i got sick you
never called me on my birthday i
want to call you on your birthday
so i'll hold on to this
feeling i'll hold on to this
hate for as long as i
need for
it to help me