Old Friend, I’ve come back home.
Old Friend, I've come back home.
I missed you, despite it all.
The world has turned, and you're still here.
And for that, I am thankful.
It still smells like rain out here,
And that door still creaks.
But I love it, almost as I used to.
I hear you've got a new girlfriend?
Well, it couldn't have been me, anyway.
I don't know why I even brought it up.
It's cold outside,
But it's dry, so I don't mind.
Do you mind if I come in?
Spinning
Be nice to someone tonight
Dream about them
Let them know you care
In your head
They don't need to know
Only you
You, yourself
You define them anyway
They are to you what they are to you
So think about them a little, in secret
Spare some kindness
Mentally, only
That is who they are
Unless you say they're not
Drunk
Everyone is fucking drunk
Half awake
Or half asleep
Or some dumb shit like that
They don't care
I do, I think
I wish sommeone would notice
Maybe I'm a whore
Fuck them, they don't know
They don't want to
I'm just swirling away
Drain
They just want to have fun, man
All good, no worries
Life's too short anyway
Do it while you can
But no thanks
I'm too busy being a faggot
And hating and cutting and breaking belts
But maybe later at that party
They already forgot they asked
Happy, careless, blind
I just want a friend, man
One who's not a
Drunk