Hello old friend
You are a vanishing act
You’re sending signals
I’m receiving static
Maybe if he was more like his brother
He’d have it together
And I can’t take the helplessness of being so far away
Maybe I drive too fast when I’m alone
But who would know?
I can take what’s left of this and reconstruct
It makes sense in the past tense
Can’t hold it’s weight today
Where is our solid ground?
My head it lies at the confluence
Of insanity here in my room
And of catastrophe in letters
I cannot see my own hands