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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

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

A Friday night alone on the internet

Could find a better home to die