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)