You're a long lost friend
An arc that never met its end
Definitely for others
But not for me
And I could ask you, "How's the North West?"
Is your father doing alright?
I haven't reached out
For different reasons than you'd think
You won't believe the things I'm doing
I've got a studio and good friends
I've been with my lover
For three years & a half
And ya probably think that I
Don't look back
But my personality is
Predicated on that fact
I don't define myself
By the trauma that I went through
But I'll be damned if I regret
The day I met you
And its hard. Ya, its hard
We went to hell & back
And then we grew apart
Everybody I know told me
That I shouldn't blame myself
Pill bottles, photographs, & knives forever line my shelves