There's nothing you can't do
Heavy hand, middle class.
Chemical in a bag.
All I want; love me all the time.
Enough is never enough.
I won't talk if you pull me up and collect my blood inside a cup.
Spit me out or let me in.
A fantasy, a sedative.
I love the way you turn to face me.
Drive to my head.
Filled with smoke, seamless dread.
I don't come to you now.
When you call i can't feel it.
I remember the promise of a future.
Could it all be in my head?
Could the reaction be a godsend?
I made my bed, i'll lie in it.
I bit the curb and all at once vision blurs,
Pressure rise, and then time becomes nothing.
Face that truth.
Any old you.
I don't care, i'll be your "soon".
A folly of youth.
Spit and then bend.
I don't care, i'll be your friend.
I'll be your friend
I'll be your friend
I'll be your friend
I'll be your friend
I'll be your friend
I'll be your friend
I'll be your friend
I'll be your friend
In death and youth.
There's nothing you can't do
