“ I had a friend who died for something he really loved.
I had a friend who stood for none of the above.
I had a friend whose experience was riddled with scars who got drunk one night in the trunk of Louie p.’s car.
I had a friend who’d love to scare you as was his affections. And tremble you did ‘cause you weren’t worthy of his friendship.
I had a friend, but now he’s stranded on the Mesa st. exit. And sometimes I’m jealous ‘cause I’m still at the intersection.
I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. Yes there’s blood on the median like a boat without oars.
I had a friend who stood for none of the above.
I had a friend whose experience was riddled with scars who got drunk one night in the trunk of Louie p.’s car.
I had a friend who’d love to scare you as was his affections. And tremble you did ‘cause you weren’t worthy of his friendship.
I had a friend, but now he’s stranded on the Mesa st. exit. And sometimes I’m jealous ‘cause I’m still at the intersection.
I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. Yes there’s blood on the median like a boat without oars.
