"You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleeding" ...

Stars dot the inky sky as you and your best friend Alex lie on the rooftop, both of you drunk and foolish. You are wearing his coat. It smells of him

You point to an airplane and tell him it's a shooting star. He laughs quietly, his fingers curling around yours. When he speaks his words are slurred, he's not looking at you

"Can i tell you something?"