How to Lose Friends

Please help me Jesus.
Help me believe her.
A simple abhorsion could save them the trouble.
See life's not buttercups and starcrossed vapourtrails.
Remember me,
I caused your scars.
Like ships I sail through vectors.
This nosebleed cliche is our Burmese Jungle day.
Reminds me of cocaine-sniffing and all-day rains.
Thinking of you and all kinds of cancer,
and we all fall down.