Thinking about something that
what I went through
I could have read
I could have watched
But when I went through it
It wasn't like the books
It wasn't like the movies
It was a feeling so vulnerable
That about what I would
call depths
Not a game for judges
on street
Trying to look through you
and encapsulate what you felt
what you went through to some
filthy parallels in some filthy book
or some "can't help myself" movie

I had what you call hot
coffee
I'm still high