Who Really Needs Who

January 1st 2018
I’m writing you now Annika Norlin
From the remnants of a New Year’s Eve
The fogs that slithers through the street
I’m trying to remember how
you made friends when you were young
What were those friendships based on
And what made them so strong?
Francisco was my first friend
He lived round the bend of my neighborhood
He came up one day and asked “are you a turd?”
I said I was not, then he said “then you are good”
He had post traumatic memories
I didn’t have any friends
We based our friendship on non-turdness
At that time, it just made sense
Remember the first time that we met?
That fall in New York that I want to forget
You asked if someone had a show for your band
I surprised myself when I reached out a hand
I was feeling so alone back then
Vulnerable and heartbroken
Despite that people used to call my name
As I stepped out the Q train
As I stepped out the Q train
I joined a program where you meet refugees
To feel a bit better about myself honestly
I met Nesir once a week
And we end up good friendship eventually
He said “thanks for taking the time to me, it’s really nice for you”
And I wondered who should be thankful to who
Who really needed who
Who really needed who
It’s a miserable, sad and lonely life
You are a slave to your fears and then you die
But once in a while the skin becomes thin
You stand by the door and said “can I come in?”
I just want someone to talk to
Well maybe not just anyone
I’ve always liked what goes on in your brain
So would you like to correspond?
Would you like to correspond?