Keep checking the weather. The darker the better.
I know you need me the older that you get.
The creak of a headboard. I suffer from bed sores.
I'll never love you the way you love me back.
[So be good to your mother
No one else will bother
Fixing those broken shelves.
While you're wasting away
I think of all your mistakes
Affecting my mental health.]
You cough every morning.
You're fucking disgusting.
But I still love you if I don't send it back.
Don't make me feel guilty man cause pretty soon I'm going to have to leave.
So I will keep checking the weather. The darker the better.
I'll nurse your bed sores. But that will only make you cry more.
Losing your patience for seeing new places. I look so sad.
It's probably just because I want my friend back.