hey
just call if you want to chill
you know where ill be
home
im predictable to the fullest of predictability
you know i have nothing better to do
smoking has become more that just a high
its boredom altogether
lonesome highs
are the only ones i know of
being myself by myself
with no one else
but me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem