Sometimes, I attempt to decipher why we’re not closer.
You have been someone I trusted when in need of closure.
Sometimes, I wonder if I’m contributing to another persons fall?
Sitting next to them in the car, shamefully laughing along.
I spend my time speaking in street codes, sharing sinful notes.
Am I not another passenger to the worlds constance of ongoing lost hope?

Do I have the strength to be the one talking anyone down, I can see through their shroud.
Steer myself towards a separate route, both of us trapped drugs in this town....