He put cotton in my mouth this morning.
The night before he said “come on Dylan, it’ll be a laugh” and there was no warning.
Although he introduced me to a few of his friends
There was a point that the night had to end.
He put my throat in the Sahara and my lungs in the Arctic
Now he’s thrown me on the toilet and I need a cathartic.
He said “see you next Friday”.
I sighed and shook my head, this old friend nearly led me a stray.
