Object Permanence

I heard from my best friend that all good things must end, so then I'd eat, lose sleep
Blaming everything on me and you - what was the use?
Just to pull you down to a shittier view
Accused beliefs, burst projections at the seams.
Any other place, any other time, any other town, any other Space,anywhere and down.
Swim through debris, drown, rinse, repeat

Me and you had a place that we'd go, but I no longer fuck with that part of town
I'd rather be in my place between the pines, I know what's there but I know that it's mine
I've always loved this head of mine outside that box, living on a line two seldom walk

I heard from my best friend that all good things must end, but then I think I see in the time it took For me and you To acknowledge the truth- I don't want to hide in any excuse
Acute relief in the break and in the bleed.
What do you think I'd do if an old flame comes to visit you.
What do you Think I'd say anyway?
More eat?
Lose sleep
Burst and break and let it bleed.
Don't be easy on yourself so bad in need