Our moments feel disjointed Like we've continuously been taken out and thrown into each of them Separately We have matching scars Together Always together Drown together Numb together Escape together Run together We are the Impropers We are distasteful Low lives Fucked up Manufactured eyes don't see What we do To them what we feel is... Borrowed emotion Pulled in from a separate source But our distorted love still exists even after our self induced dream My tobacco bruised lungs are healed by our shared breaths Marijuana fog covers the windows to your soul But I Can still see you