A song for my friend, konata

I lay in my bed
And watch your silhouette drip from the ceiling
Im in love with a poltergeist, dead
The mirror shatters
Lookin into this heart shaped glass
I let go of all my memories from the past
For a chance at that
For a chance to hold your hand
I think we're incompatible
You’re a ghoul and im a man
Spectre, yuri, jin, ghost
Whatever you may be
Baby, you're doing the most
Fuck, i just want you to hold me
My love ain't on this earth
It’s something that the father told me
We been destined since my birth
Cause ive been with these indecisive women
Who don't know they worth
Tired of rolling dice
Im sorry that we cursed
But can we please just make it work
Im at your door asking
Baby, please, can we just make it work

Get me the fuck out this hell
Im your friend, im not your overlord
Speakin to my family
They wish i could be open more
They ain't fuckin with my choices
They dont see an open door
They ain't seeing for a second
This shit makes me not feel sore
Only thing in my dull life
Makes me not want to end it
Ive seen the cost of happiness
And, boy is it expensive
Can't afford therapy
Find pleasure in my penmanship
Ill tell it to you straight
Im never speaking with no censorship