This is what I write when I am lying in bed at night when I am faded.

This is an apology not for what I have done
but for what I have not
It's long overdue and been
scratching at the surface
and now that I have you
face to face I feel
It has a purpose

There's only one chestered monkey
That can handle all the bars

I'm sorry for what I said
I wouldn't have before
If I knew what I was
Going through Id ask you
Back to bed but now
You're leaving and I'm
Afraid To keep this place
That I hold for you
And to get it filled
Would be the end of me
And you
You're still there
But I can't be where?
I can be it where I want.
High as tits