if you get the Elvis impression joke: i love you, you’re my new best friend.

I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate

they fill with fire, exhale desire
i know its dire, my time today

I have these thoughts so often I ought
To replace that slot with what I once bought

'cause somebody stole my car radio
and now i just sit in silence

Sometimes quiet is violent

i find it hard to hide it
my pride is no longer inside

It's on my sleeve my skin will scream
Reminding me of who I killed inside my dream

i hate this car that i'm driving theres no hiding for me
im forced to deal with what i feel

There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel

even if i dont get the joke am i still your old best friend?

of course!!💜

yay