Don't get him started cause he'll go on forever, like a bicycle wheel spinning after a crash, nothing i could imitate, he's like a cartoon, he sounds sort of goofy when he laughsóforgets he has detention so he has to serve it twice, sometimes he forgets how he knows me, now i remind him, you don't remember anything! he smiles and says, you're my memory.ówith the distance from frustration, it's clear enough to seeóhe's like broken gla**, when i hold him to the light, there's beauty in the flaws, with colors shining through, when you see flaws, are they beautiful to you?óshe's like a bear unaware of her strength, or even what words can do, blunt as an elbow in a crowded hall, she pushes her voice on throughóbut she asks the questions that we all want to ask, i lack her conviction, i am unsure, one thing i'm sure of is she's sure of herself, when others' opinions seem blurredówith the distance from frustration, it's clear enough to seeóshe's like broken gla**, when i hold her to the light, there's beauty in the flaws, with colors shining through, when you see flaws, are they beautiful to you?óhearing her thinking over the phone, and the muffled responses it brings, careful not to interrupt, realizing we need the same thingsónext to impossible to make up my mind, i want the world's consent, picking a band name to the color of my hair, people don't get my intentówith the distance of a friendship, your arms fall around meówe're like broken gla**, when you hold us to the light, there's beauty in the flaws, with colors shining through, when you see flaws, are they beautiful to you?...