Friend

Floating Room

Compositor: Maya Stoner

My poor friend doesn’t have his own opinions
Because my poor poor friend’s friends
Won’t let him have them

Was he ever my friend at all?
Did I ever know him at all?

‘Cause he only opened up when he was fucked up
Yeah, he only opened up when he was fucked up

My old friend doesn’t think very critically
But I used to look past that
When my old friend was friends with me, but
Does he even think thoughts at all?
Or did all of his brain cells dissolve?

Did he think it was alright
When he touched me that one night?
I may have been abused
But at least I'm not like you
Did he think it was alright
When he touched me that one night?
I may have been abused
But at least I'm not like you