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I watched him walk on water with a spoon and a paint brush.
Sizzle just like gristle, I think my dude’s got a crush,
But this mushy missile turns men into fools.
We used talk about the shaping of our golden rules,
But now you look like a ghoul, steady slave to the sleep,
It started back in high school when thrills were still cheap.
We used to creep, now you sit, flick, stick, pick;
It’s sick, adding a laugh track could make it shtick
Just a brick in the coffin they’ll carry you off in,
There’s no time for stopping between snoring, and coughing
We don’t see each other often, and I like it that way.
‘Cause I know you aren’t even really you these days.
Now you’ve learned the ways of a secret society,
and in an act of impropriety became a slave to anxiety.
Pack the wound with cottonmouth stories of sobriety,
(stories of sobriety, stories of sobriety)
Homey you can’t lie to me, Inside your eyes I see the thief.
You cling to pseudo relief as you watch in utter belief,
That you’re causing you own grief in this self serving motif.
And I don’t have the heart to watch you shrivel like a leaf.
This sleeve hides the heart that you don’t even know you have,
Taking blind stabs, fresh blood spill on ancient scabs.
I’ve got a latent mad demeanor, everyone else is patient.
The fragrance is so blatant as your soul becomes a vagrant
It’s like watching pavement dry frame by frame,
I can let you make your statement if you let me name the game,
We'll act like the same dudes we were in adolescence,
But I found poetic essence while you got addicted to depressants.
See we both bleed, but it’s starting to seem like you don’t feel it.
If you don’t think you have a wound, I don’t think that you can heal it.
I feel it may be time to drop this metaphor like a jaw,
If you don’t stop injecting God you will fall prey to Murphy's law
Call what I’m saying raw beef and get offended,
But you left this demon unattended, don’t pretend it’s been suspended
Our friendship sinking on a dead end ship.
And I’ll probably skip your fucking funeral because I couldn’t handle it.
No matter how the coin flips there are only two sides.
You get off this path and live, or you don’t and then you die.
Lies only work on people who want to believe them
You’re pushing friends away, but right now I think you need them.
You can run away and say my words are just poetic skits,
You think you're dope as shit but you’re just strung out on opiates.
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