twenty four, i climb onto the roof of my apartment it's awfully quiet, i'm awfully joyful you don't seem to feel the same as me didn't ask if you feel better, or even just the same you stare into your can, then turn to me i don't stare back, i kept my eyes shut twenty five, i'll throw a fit over a missed flight the one i missed right before you died you don't feel the same, but you pretend i stare into your ceiling, then nothing you stare into my pained expression, then it stops i want to hear that one joke it's funny when you say it i want to play the footage over and over again twenty six, i climb over the hill to see i still have a long way to go until something happens or something matters i still think i feel the same all the time stare with my vision blurred teary eyed, asking if it's worth the time i'm spending with you twenty seven, i can't stop crying brush my fingers against the parts where it skips absolver, can you understand me for once do you ever feel the same?