Tears on the ground that I mop up
Sad we have not caught up
Mad I have not bothered
To even fucking call once
Even when I wanted
Sad we have not caught up
Mad I have not bothered
To even fucking call once
It’s been a year and fuck I miss 4C
TBH this separation I did foresee
I remember in September thinking poorly
That in a couple weeks there would be no more speech
The first day we got back we maxed out Houseparty
Giving each other part house tours pro'ly
Thinking we had time can’t imagine how sharply
We lost contact like our lenses were falling
From our eyes only talked in summertime
Bummer I didn’t get all the phone numbers
I wonder why we didn’t try to FaceTime another time
Make time for one another
Why why why why
I thought we bonded over those three weeks
Or were we just fucking stuck together knee-deep
Like in that river hike down from the dirt trail
Then back up land around we could surveil
Certain memories stick out like a bird tail
First day in the cave scared so I turned pale
I kept on hitting my head on the top
Alex and Monty shined light from their watch
It’s crazy how suddenly we went from constantly in contact with each other
To being so far apart, it tore at my heart, it’s like I was losing a brother
Times 35, As months went by, I thought would we ever be together
I’d find myself wondering if others were suffering, if not were they even bothered
But I can’t front I see people every day
On Instagram, on Finsta and my main
I comment if I got something to say
But it’s mostly just gossip from their day
And with that, I feel disconnected
Wish I was friends with them, shit
Wish we would show up in each other’s mentions
I should mention the trip over winter break
Although it was only interstate still a different place
The picture's great but the memories better
I wish we could have done it with everyone together
It’s so cold that I had to miss IC in Denver
Fogel and I FaceTimed for over 40 minutes
Caught up on the past year it was so ridiculous
We each got a phone so there shouldn’t be no distance
Working on a novel 'bout the trip but I won’t finish
I miss you and Israeli halal
I feel awful, I dropped the ball, should've called
On the plane, back to the Bay, I swear bawled
Cried again, when I left, Gina’s aunt's house
I mean it let’s talk now
I got a Snapchat now
Next Jewish Rapper Superstar
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