For a Friend

Every window is a mirror when you're looking for your friend.

A simple thought can punch you back in, have to dig out again.

You find a simple pleasure in the midst of your grief

Television rerun a momentary reprieve.

I tell you that you’re strong but it just feels like an insult.

When nothing gets preserved nothing gets reserved, yeah that’s an insult. I see you standing in the backyard again,

Staring at the driveway waiting for your friend.

But it's okay, cause we walk the same way.

Slightly out of bound, slightly overwhelmed by our own pace.

It’s okay cause we walk the same way slightly out of bound,

Slightly overwhelmed by our own pace.

Every window is a mirror when you're looking for your friend.

A reminder that a loop has a beginning and an end.

Bury your head in the messiness of living

You hear his voice in your woes, woes of indecision.

I see you standing in the backyard again,

Staring at the driveway waiting for your friend.

But it's okay, cause we walk the same way.

Slightly out of bound,

Slightly overwhelmed by our own pace.

It’s okay.