I'm thankful enough to know that you're still around
Spit flies from our cursed words whenever we gather
Like I imagined it would
On the bus ride home
Better sons bring better suns
But I couldn't be that
When your problems become so big
They become my own
As your world comes crashing through my clouds
With all these things I've done
Never outweighed by what I've said
And I can only guess as to what
You think I really mean
Later Days
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