THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN'T DO

Heavy hand, middle class Chemical in a bag All I want; love me all the time Enough is never enough I won’t talk if you pull me up And collect my blood inside a cup Spit me out or let me in A fantasy, a sedative I love the way you turn to face me Drive to my head Filled with smoke, seamless dread I don’t come to you now When you call I can’t feel it I remember the promise of a future Could it all be in my head? Could the reaction be a godsеnd? I made my bed, I’ll lie in it I bit thе curb and all at once Vision blurs, pressure rise And then time becomes nothing Face that truth Any old you I don’t care I’ll be your “soon” A folly of youth Spit and then bend I don’t care I’ll be your friend I’ll be your friend (In death and youth) I’ll be your friend (In death and youth) I’ll be your friend (In death and youth) I’ll be your friend (In death and youth) I’ll be your friend (In death and youth) I’ll be your friend (In death and youth) I’ll be your friend (In death and youth)