chopped

malaise and regret, familial sacrifice
cool pace and Bastet, grabbing a slice
peaking but peaky, sloppy but nice
we may be broken, but we rolled the dice
maybe it's magic but maybe it's fate
maybe we're lost, maybe we're late
cause it all comes down to flaws & favors
we keep up the clause, to create a flavor
we bleed and we swear of errant memories
we flaunt and we flare for forgotten felonies
and though it surges, presses to the bone
we try to take a look & turn to stone
a sudden glance, wrapped up in a bliss
we hope for a firm but wayward kiss
cause even though it's messy, forced, posed
this town is still filled with beautiful bros
they call for attention, they call for covert
they keep you too tense, they keep you alert
but even though this isn't even near the end
i'm glad you're here, i'm glad you're my friend