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 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