silent treatment got me like, "are you fucking kidding me?"
I still can't believe this mercury in retrograde bullshit really got us fucked up,
I can't stand the fact we aren't talking, and it's somehow my fault?
I miss you, friend, but I still can't believe you
and it hurts,
but I miss you and feel awful that everyone is upset with you,
angry with the rage of betrayal burning through the width of their veins,
rage against the artificial icy was of skin stretched across flesh,
Will you see what's happened here?
You took things from our friends house and that's why it can't be right;
I feel like I'm caught in the middle of something much more than me,
Much more than rationales can invite us to understand.
