Cadaver dry-eyed and the nose bleed woke me,
Father dies in the split-end son,
I only dreamt of the scream though it broke me,
And I wonder what my guardian angels become.
The car alarm theft, silhouettes lofting over me,
Fierce forms that formerly welcomed me home,
In curtains obscured but they learnt more importantly,
That friends are just the best strangers you’ve known.
Yeah, friends around here are a dying thing,
I should know, or shouldn’t I girl?
I’ll look at the stranger as you turn on me,
As you’re yelling retreat to the world,
He’s no good all he does is unfurl,
As you’re yelling retreat to the world.
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