I fucked up and you said it better.

An idiot with the hard copy

I've spent so long trying to print.

 

You fucked up and looked into rumor.

An open mind without the screen door

you worked not so hard

to avoid.

 

"Thanks for the ride."

 

"Take it easy man."

 

Thanks for the poem dummy.

 

Thanks for the fare white boy.

 

He knew what he was talking about.

 

I knew it mattered.

 

Still not sure why.