I think i felt a little better

Ribs tender with laughter

Stoned on an air mattress that feels like im falling off the edge

And in the morning i will drink from condensating glasses

And look back at all the texts i sent my friends

Its too melancholy for me, i preach to the stars

If i were smarter, how would this go?

You know i dont lithe with the current, although

Altruism is a habit, you know

I thought the internet was god as a kid

Endless cacophony of manmade sin

But as i got older i learned memories falter

And sometimes you need a place to keep them in

I knew forevermore id long

"Forever is the sweetest con"

This is a fever i just can't sweat out