everyday it’s getting closer but i just sit waiting for the end i told someone that i’d be over but i can’t work the will up to pretend i feel inside of me a different kind of grief no one else is gonna be your friend
can you hear a preacher preaching he’s preaching on the sermon on the mount he says blessed are the weak ones cause everything for them has just gone south i wonder if the Lord will give me room and board no one else is gonna be your friend
damn old Gertrude’s in the basement she’s feeding on the arrogance of time dirty bottles, drugs, and visions provide a way to take away a life she has no reason why but she’ll make sure you will die no one else is gonna be your friend
Indiana you are calling for sinners in the habits of their sins where no one really has a hobby but setting up our loved ones from within it’s in this lonely town and it’s woven all around no one else is gonna be your friend
next time i am in the church house i’ll light a candle, then i’ll blow it out for every homesick daughter waiting for weak ones to come teach her how to shout but until that day i have nothing to say no one else is gonna be your friend