I have so much trust, and I'll drop it into anything that can hold my attention, and so I am bound for failure.
A friend once said to me, over coffee, "It reflects on you, the company you keep," and he continued
"you're lucky you've got me, otherwise you'd be looking like a creep." I said, "I guess you're right,"
he said, "hey, what are friends for?" The two of us (me and him) aren't on speaking terms anymore.
He wanted to be the moral of every story, but my punchlines were a slap in his face. So now we're pushing
each other from corner to corner, arguing about who's invading whose personal space. Cutting each other off,
we are chopping off fingers and you know that shit don't grow back. And so I guess I'm still bound for failure,
Failure.