My old friend you seem so depressed Late night posts of quotes from a Smiths cassette Asking someone to pull the cover to shroud your youth This denial this tiny violence Another night come and gone again Toxic habits claw thru the fabric in your bedroom They swipe left and they all swipe right but they Can't find someone to hold at night Distant thunder peals as you ponder your single move Lights are dim you don't move an inch From your pose a ghost in a pile of clothes Lit up from below you look pale In the soft blue glow But I'm not you