In her message she asks
"Hey Brian, how have you been? I was hoping you'd like to catch up again"
But what does that mean?
Are you kidding me?
That doesn't mean I hate her
But where do I begin?
In high school we were never really friends
That doesn't mean I don't want to talk
But how do you fill ten years in?
My friends ask, "what about her?"
I say "each time i fall in love is a time i get hurt"
Every set of hips that flair my way
I fall in love every day
And I guess I'm a sucker because it always plays out that way
I have friends having kids
Maybe i'm better off dead
I imagine pushing my hands through the sides of my head
Cracks in my skull feel achey and dull
Cause i eat till i'm sick but i still don't feel full
And I see it in the clouds
In the tarot cards you laid down
That I won't ever hear the sound
Of my newborn son, or the races he won
Or the trophies we put on the shelf when he's done
Or creaks of our home settling slow like our bones
No, i'm just coming home
To an open sea
To a diploma I can't read
A house party
With old friends I can't see
To steven's OD
To a PhD
To a scattered family
To ten years that left without me