I'm a ne'er do well. Running out of black gold. It's high time I pulled over and walked around for a while. I've seen that porcelain shell. Your exoskeleton. And I feel like we'd walk well together. Because in the end. We are friends. and lovers. If asked of me I would. Gobble down to bits. The things that wall us off from where we belong. What's wrong with you is good. For what's wrong with me. And I think maybe we should stick together. Because in the end. We are friends. and lovers. Abandon all the bones. We've got to pick. They only weigh us down and we're better than that. If they all throw stones. Start a collection. Of everything we're not and won't be. Because you should never have to defend. Being friends and lovers