Who Really Needs Who

January 1st, 2018 I'm writing you now,
Annika Norlin From the remnants of a New Year's Eve The fog that
slithers through the streets I'm trying to remember how You made
friends when you were young What were those
friendships based on And what made them so strong?
Francisco was my first friend He lived 'round the
bend in my neighborhood He came up one day and asked, "
Are you a turd?" I said I was not, he said, "
Then you're good" He had post traumatic memories I didn't have any
friends We based our friendship on our non-turdness At the
time, it just made sense Remember the first time that we met?
That fall in New York that I want to forget You asked if someone had
a show for your band I surprised myself when I reached out a hand I
was feeling so alone back then Vulnerable and heartbroken Despite
that people used to call my name As I
stepped off the Q train As I stepped off the Q train
I joined a program where you meet refugees To feel a bit better 'bout
myself honestly I met Nazir,
once a week And we ended up good friends eventually He said, "
Thanks for taking the time to meet It's really nice of you" And I
wondered who should be thankful to who And who really needed who Who
really needed who It's a miserable,
sad and lonely life You're a slave to your fears and then you die
Once in a while the skin becomes thin
You stand there by the door saying, "
Can I come in?" I just want someone to talk to Well,
maybe not just anyone I've always liked what goes
on in your brain So would you like to correspond?
Would you like to correspond?