f r iend

u asked me; “what if it was you?”
but i cant ever see me needled.
but then again
i couldn’t never see u that way neither..
so i dunno what that’s supposed to tell me,
or how that’s supposed to help me..
but ur not tryna help me,
are you?

youre not even tryna help yourself.
well, u might want to inside, but at any rate its not enough
cos despite my silent late nite cryin
and the action plan we made,
the p’s i paid that place to u keep clean, u keep

doin wat ur doin.
buyin wat u buyin.

turn round,
eyes closed,
legs open
one up,
flies down
skirt off
hold on,
like it was
nothin.
(you never knew, but i’ve seen you..and… it broke my heart_
taking from me jus to keep
buyin what ur buyin
and doing what ur doin.

cos curtis told me freddie’s dead
but in my song its u instead
and i just wish u would leave it alone
so me and u could go back to how we used to be,
wen u and i was dating, we’d sit alone at night for ages,
time was our enemy and i hated him with a passion
but i’d understand his hate and desire to take cos all he can do is watch…
and count for eternity as countless couples flaunt his solitary
Tick
Tock.
but that weren’t my prob, and in spite of Him we carried on.
but now he has the last laugh cos his time has come
and all i have are dated sepia shots that upset me to bring up.
cos i look at it,
and  look at you
i look at it,
and i look at you
and remember a time when you’re smile wasn’t so sedated.

and as u pass out you say to me:

“do what makes you happy baby,
jus do wat makes u happy”.

and i don’t know what the f**k that means.