Everything Is Getting Very Snake 2

Sometimes I'm scared that I'll offend half of my friends
The other half consider me easily offended
Don't even speak up as much as I'd like on things we consider wrong or right
I dream of long unfiltered nights filled with babbling rambling babbling rambling
Critically I can see why what was said was worse than first thought
Personally I do not think we are as bad as we thought
Identity is not infallible, we are not defined by our worst moments
We've all done things we're not proud of, lived through things we would not have chosen
Each of us is judgemental and fake
And sticky and sweaty and smelly
And each of us is plagued by horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible thoughts
By horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible thoughts nearly every day
I'm not saying that we're the same
Just that we're the same in many ways
Much less than six degrees of separation
We all woke this same day