In a life that’s wrong and hung around 

I’d probably wet myself with all the talk 

Think of me as serious or slightly disappointed 

I’m not looking to defend this attitude 



Your dress is perfect 

Your shoes are strictly you 

Your speech is articulate 

And your eyes were too 



I remember once when you did acid as a kid 

There was a moment when you seemed so in control 

I was straight, out of my head 

And you would kindly share your visions with me 

I’d like to share one with you now 



You stand there erect 

You are bracing for the crash 

There’s things we will send 

I just want to let you know 

Our thoughts for you will never end 



Now we’ve had a cause to laugh 

And generate this social gaff 

Of feeling less compassionate for some 

I realize the gravity 

To interfere with your tragic time 

Word has it that your friends all want to help 



Stripped to the bone 

And carried away on your own 

Outstanding debt 

You cut yourself 

and then you make a mess of it you’re gone 



I’m sure I’ll never send this 

and it seems a bit peculiar 

but you know we never talk of heavy things. 

if we get a chance to see each other in the future 

I am sure we’ll find a way to deal with it. 



I’ll walk out with you 



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