Mister Millions

A couple of years ago I swore that I would call you

If I’d ever reach the point I’ve reached a couple of times

skin to a barrel, pull the slide, apply some pressure

just enough to feel alive

A couple of years ago we swore that we would write it

ink on our skin to prove that we’d be friends for life

now I don’t hear you, you don’t miss me, I stopped trying

to reach you now

what the hell is that all about?

They call you Mister Millions

but I called you my friend

now you don’t ever seem to feel the need to call me again

And I’m tired of writing

a song without you

but I guess that it’s shown me the truth

every friend gives you something to lose

A couple of years ago I told you I was broken

down at the airport as we both got off a flight

I must’ve trusted you with all my thoughts unspoken

it’s bittersweet

to share that memory

They call you Mister Millions

but I called you my friend

now you don’t ever seem to feel the need to call me again

And I’m tired of writing

a song without you

but I guess that it’s shown me the truth

every friend gives you something to lose

(one two three four)

(you’re a friend that I hated)

(you’re a friend that I hated to lose)