an old friend;

inspired by ben whorley;

its nearly been a year, found you sippin on your beer when you offered me a ride home. talked about insanity, whispered some profanity, it was the first time i didnt need a reason to smile. you took me to your new place, such a familiar face, had a bowl or 2. i gave you a fairy ball, let it represent my heart. when you have a hard time, when you cant seem to find a rhyme, listen to the bells, the tinkling fragility of a heartbeat in your brain. tell me what you dream, what you fear, what you feel, what do you hear? cause its nearly been a year, found you sippin on your beer, when you offered me a ride home.