Choose My Friends

I found my things,

Exactly where they were always going to be.

In neat piles of black bags on the street,

I took this as a sign to move my feet.

In my defence I said:

You’re always telling me I should do what’s right,

But I can‘t face the morning light,

Coz I’ve got demons chasing me down.

She said:

Let’s do that old two-step, quick sharp.

Where we break each other’s heart,

On this same worn battleground.

Rewind,

Back to the bar, another night,

Where we left in silent, silent fight.

It’s like you’re worlds away from me.

Fast forward,

6 weeks, 3 months, to half a year.

I still got your voice in my ear.

It’s keeping me on my knees.

Have you ever?

Have, have you ever?

Have you ever, been done by love before.

Have you ever?

Have, have you ever?

Have you ever, wanted to say?

I choose my friends over you.

I won’t cry.

I’ve cried to empty bars too many times.

I’ve been strung out, battered, alone and out of my mind.

But with my mates here by my side, I reckon I’ll find me.

Have you ever?

Have, have you ever?

Have you ever, been done by love before.

Have you ever?

Have, have you ever?

Have you ever, wanted to say?

I choose my friends over you