lets catch up
and not talk
about cancer
I can't change
the past
and I don't have
any answers
but i can
make you laugh...
let’s talk about music
that saved us
in bedrooms with the lights off
when the world felt smaller
and survivable
I know there’s a shadow
in every room now
I know it hums
behind every sentence
but for one night
let me be
the guy with the punchline
not the diagnosis
call me
we’ll sit in the wreckage
and pretend it’s just
another Friday
I can’t fix this
I can’t outrun it
but I can still
make you laugh
like the ending
isn’t written yet.