friend

how many of us have them

Let's pretend like we know each other

So if they ask just try not to blow my cover

Its been a couple thousand days we've turned a few pages together

Strange nights, drunk fights, waking up complaining about the weather

Or whether or not we actually fought the time before

you don't remember calling me an a*****e, i don't remember calling you a w***e

We're both bored of the torment, call it friendship

But it's too late to turn back after all this time spent

With a few letters we try to make it better but is it worth it?

I feel like an adict trying to reproduce a first hit