Voice Memo 157 (North Pole)

My pride won’t let me make amends
So I’m screaming to my sky, I miss my friend
The eagles tell me scream to God and he’ll listen
My evils tell me buy a bottle of this gin
My conscious whisper they pretend, they not your friends
These spirits say you laid your sheets, now go to bed
I see my friends on the internet, killing it
While I’m in my bed just feeling it
Wish I had your ear just to fill you in
Cause no one out here know how real it gets
No one knows me like you
I got no one to call when I’m feeling sick again
I swear you saved my life that one time, you dont this
I had my fathers— nvm, I need to focus
On the road because I’m swerving
I swear I plan to call you one these days, so I’m rehearsing
I put you on my album cause I was just out here hurting
And I know I did you wrong, so I wanted to make atonement
Honestly I felt abandoned
I ain't hit you on your birthday, I can’t stand you
And I’m insensitive, still figuring how to handle
These friendships, I’ll take these heads up off my mantle