Some Friends

some friends come with two different faces

one on the moon recite bright and beaming verses

and one on the sun as hot as a curse is

i haven't begun to really purge it, and what's worse is

it really builds up, bubbling just below the surface

i gotta move on, gotta keep up, gotta get through this

want to hold hands while i'm walking through tall rushes

want to feel shy every time you make me blush and

don't want to succumb to the patterns of time

and i don't want to rush it

got to lift hands up and open heavy curtains

outside is a land, and i'll walk it when i'm certain

you tried to make me feel so small, but nobody's perfect

you had to be right, so i guess that i'm wrong, but i didn't deserve it

some friends come with two different faces

one on the moon recite bright and beaming versus

and one on the sun as hot as a curse is

as hot as a curse is

some friends