Take My Advice Since I Apparently Can't

remove your masks
peel away this second skin
this layer of chaos
that's clung to you
all these years

chips are for munchies
not for carrying on your shoulders
i can hear your clavicles creaking
under the weight of your burdens
like old wooden stairs

tell the devil on your back
to come hit this
and leave you be
darkness, my old friend
kick back and reminisce
about all the grand times
we shared

blowing weed smoke
into the night air
thinking back on the days
that weren't so fucking
confusing