Telephone. by ~Oro91 on deviantART
i wanna call an old friend
from my childhood
talk about kickball and boys.
i wanna make fun
of somebody’s mother,, ride our bikes
and smoke butts-
at least till the ice cream man comes..
i wanna call an old friend
from my adolescence
buy a cheap bag of weed
and a bong.
talk about frenching, while coughing
my ass off,
then pass out all fucked up, in the sun..
i wanna call an old friend
from my 20’s
buy a case of cold bud
and some rock.
bitch about guys we shouldn’t love-
but can’t leave,
’cause damn it,, the sex is too hot..
i wanna call an old friend
from my 30’s
tell them “i’m off all that shit,
man, i’m clean..”
but i can’t, because i can not find them,
they’re all dead, or in jail,,
or worse- clean like me..
