FOR BOWIE

I'm going to move in with you one day just so we can share a bed and a montly rent. We'll switch paying the utilities because sometimes well, it might make it cute and romantic in that kind of lame way. Maybe we'll have different spots of the apartment to get our alone space or maybe just maybe, we'll have alone time in the bed together, not looking at talking to one another because couples don't talk when they're mad at each other. I won't talk but I won't have a problem triyng to find out if you're still ticklish at the moment

"Here drink this, I need to talk to you about something. I got you a large coffee with a lot of sugar so you can stay up all night thinking over all the things you did that fucked this up.'

I want to tell you about all the things I saw across this grand country and how they all relate to me. I'm going to go into every little detail about the red worn out barn I saw near Lake Michigan. I won't forget to mention the blue birds and the disgusting roadkill. I hope the stories won't bore you but I know you'll just be happy to see me, to hear me. Maybe someday you'll be able to write a novel with me about all the journies across the seven seas but I doubt it. Well, I know it won't happen because you're with him and he's with you, I was pushed to the side and that's just how life is going to be but that's okay because if he can get you to smile, well, then that's just how it should be.

THAT'S FOR BOWIE.

"I'm going to turn that into a really angry song with lots of breakdowns but it'll be beautifully written. WORKS THE BEST. NIGGAZ LOVE THAT SHIT!"