I'm tired of seeing you under cover of darkness
Under the influence of mood altering substances and hallucinogenics
With pretense of friendship and long histories and shared experiences
I'm tired of all the fake bullshit and circumstance we come up with to prevent it from happening
I don't want to be your friend, I want to be the thing you cannot live without
I want to be the air you breath as you yawn in the morning, stretching away the last remnants of sleep
The flashlight you used as a child, to stay up late to read books of fantastical places
I want to be the last thought of your day, and the first thought of the next
And I want you to be none of those things for me
I want you to be just another drunken blackout
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