Ż .ā ā© THE LAST OF THE BUGS. part two of a collection of dialogue prompts from noah kahan's album the great divide: the last of the bugs. some liberties taken to better fit the overall rpc, adjust as you wish. WARNINGS FOR: mentions / insinuations of drugs, alcohol, and depression.
i would ask you how youāve been, but itās all over the internet.
if youāre looking for an autopsy or a half-assed half-apology, you picked the wrong time to make this call.
itās not irrelevant that you stopped taking your medicine.
i donāt know, iām alone.
there aināt no shame in calling it quits.
youāre poison spreading into my lungs.
i aināt holding my breath or any faith at all.
iāll pray for you, be in pain for you.
iāll leave the porch light on.
you act like we just sit up here and wait for you to reappear.
i want to see you lose it.
i want to hear you say it.
i want to know the dark that i share a brain with.
do you still have a heart or did somebody steal it?
iām far too tired to watch you lie.
another thing we donāt talk about anymore.
donāt worry, i wonāt bring it up.
when i ask about the past, you deny it.
weāre both exhausted for different reasons.
i used to care to know your secrets.
you said you got a guilty conscience, but i aināt ever seen it.
you can scream at me when i come home.
itās gone to shit without you.
it was shit before, but at least i had you.
there aināt nothing to report.
iāve been taking your advice.
if i see one more cybertruck, i swear to god iām gonna floor it.
i need somebody here to talk me out of things i canāt undo.
saw the world from up close, it aināt much to look at.
i canāt make myself whole, most days iād be lucky just to get half.
youāve seen me in places so low, you can recognize when itās real bad.
i used to hate the silence.
used to make me think about the old days.
i love you and i canāt fake that for a moment.
tell me that i have substance, that iām important.
iām always trying to run from what iām known for.
gambling with the sun on which one of us dies young.
i aināt afraid to hold the gun.
wipe your hands and wash your face.
you can fuck up all you want and blame it on your dad.
i want to be you, but i donāt want to be that.
where iām from and what iām worth have gotten too damn intertwined.
fuck it, i might even disappear.
i hope youāve had a decent time.
gonna be rich in our own way.
i swear youāre gonna get it, kid.
they didnāt look scared at all.
tell me when it feels like you canāt escape me.
iām just happy you still call.
some things live forever, even when they die.
everyone looks happy in a photograph.
i think this time iām out for good.
this aināt mine anymore.
i made too much goddamn noise.
iām done staring at the void.
i was high when i met you.
life was something to get through.
weāre too old for both of us to keep howling at the moon.
oh my, what a time to be alive.
tell me, love, if the devil ever comes, to make good on the debts that i owe.
tell the stories i would tell.
i was afraid you might wake up and remember who i am, and what iāve done.
i grew up with a feeling that whatās good must be fleeting.
some will never know theyāre beautiful until the crowd points it out for them.
iām an astronaut, youāre the moon.
even god is trying to warn you, all this aināt for you.
iām an aging wolf who lost the taste for blood.
iām gonna lose you either way.
everybodyās asleep,Ā letās talk about it.
youāve been the best five minutes of a shitty year.
weāre so alone most of the time.
where do we go when we die?
i wouldnāt mind right here.
you told me how unfair it is, that i have what i have and you got what you got.
iād give it all back if i could, i cannot.
i hated the way i made it all about me.
every day from back then is like a bad dream.
we aināt far from my house.
