he had lust in his eyes;
 life on his breath and stories big as life
 a head that was buzzin' from the worlds that he'd seen
 and a mind stuck forever in a dream
 and hearing his laughter,Ihad to think anew
 about all of our yesterdays and how it went askew
 and how losing our minds was so much more important when
 he was my best friend

 Never trust your memories,you drink them better every time
 soon they're nothing more than a sack of guilded lies
 did it really happen or did I read it in a book?
 was fifteen years really all it took
 to lose all that innocense,that full on lust for life
 the undilluted power that cut like a knife
 through all the teenage bullshit that we slipped in on the way,when
 he was my best friend

 The last time I saw jesus,
 he had holes in his eyes
 wine on his breath
 and conviction in his lies
 a head that was buzzin' from all the worlds that he'd seen
 but a mind stuck forever in a dream
 and hearing his laughter,I had to think anew
 about all of our yesterdays, and how it went askew
 he took the road less travelled,but somehow won out in the end
 I wish he was still my best friend