Acquantances

They don't stick around

I can only count my ture friends on one hand


I'm tired

I'm tired of holding on

I'm tired

I'm tired of holding on... to nothing


My feelings are taken for granted

Hey man, I won't leave you

But I'll still stab you in the back


In times of trouble

I call my friends all over

To lift and help me to my feet

And keep me free from harm


In time of trouble