Buddy, you don't talk, you don't say much
Your words fizzled out, evaporated
Jekyll, Mr Hyde
Which one are you?
What os left inside, that i can't tell you
Flashing in the Dark
Your name on my phone
I won't pick it up no more
What a friend i have become
What a friend i have become
You're barely, holding on
Middle of The night
You're not sleeping
All the hands you want
Ain't forthcoming
Party next door turned bad
Cigarettes tipped on the carpet
There's a lot to burn
There's a lot to burn
We've a lot to burn
Flashing in the Dark
Your name on my phone
I won't pick it up no more
What a friend i have become
What a friend i have become
When you were barely, holding on
