Friend

You said that we can be friends But you don't want it to end I said that we can be friends But can we rewind? Can we pretend? Can we go back to where it's unbent? Someday, somewhere, someone else but Not me, just not me, just not me Getting old, getting old Getting low, getting low Getting cold, getting cold In the mud, letting go Sky-high cities in the clouds on my own Waiting to be seen by someone you don't know Waiting to be taken outa typical, invisible Sophistical, pitiful I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself Tear my body limb to limb Till my soul floats to the rim I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself Tear my body limb to limb Till my soul floats to the rim (Na, na, na) (Na, na, na) (Na, na, na) Sitting shellshock, today's too long Out of your pocket, I'm already gone Skinned my alive still fucking feels wrong Moonshine, blinding my eyes Riding a bike without pulling the clutch The edge of my skin, all you could touch You eyes are blocked inside your ears None of your parts aligning to steer I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself Tear my body limb to limb Till my soul floats to the rim I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself Tear my body limb to limb Till my soul floats to the rim You said that we can be friends But the three letters at the end Say we can never be friends Fast forward the way it had been Just a second, let it happen Just a moment, not abandoned Aching in the center of a hurricane Getting old, getting old Getting low, getting low Getting cold, getting cold In the mud, letting go Sky-high cities in the clouds on my own Waiting to be seen by someone you don't know Waiting to be taken with a miracle and Make it bearable I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself Tear my body limb to limb Till my soul floats to the rim I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself Tear my body limb to limb Till my soul floats to the rim (Na, na, na) (Na, na, na) Getting old, getting old Getting low, getting low Getting cold, getting cold In the mud, letting go (Na, na, na) (Na, na, na) Getting old, getting old Getting low, getting low Getting cold, getting cold In the mud, letting go Getting old, getting old Getting low, getting low Getting cold, getting cold In the mud, letting go Sky-high cities in the clouds on my own Waiting to be seen by someone you don't know Waiting to be taken with a miracle and Make it bearable