The One Where Chandler Dies

I'm swinging hammers in my head Smashing spiders on my brain Creeping in with thoughts of you Bringing old unwanted pain Your silence hurts worse than your words Your excuses are building, my list is growing And I'll take it like I do, up until today And I have had enough, my weakness is showing And you have had enough, and your weakness is showing I'll brave the storm and walk home, My eyes set on the footsteps The marks of you and he Walking ahead of me