Blue Fish Posted March 8, 2007 Report Share Posted March 8, 2007 (edited) Sitting here staring at my last friend We never talk, about the end How can we talk? Why should we talk? The end is here between you and me. For my last friends in the bottom of a bottle Down the barrel of a gun My last friend is a friend indeed A friend who could never run. Your last friend is in your veins As you stare blanky into that space I can see it working behind your eyes once sweet shining beautiful eyes For your last friends at the end of a needle Under the screw down cap Your last friend is a friend indeed Draws your blood running like sap Together we'll leave this cruel world The sails of death unfurled My and my last friend? Or me and you? Eaither way, two of us sail. For my last friends in the bottom of a bottle Down the barrel of a gun My last friend is a friend indeed A friend who could never run and your last friends at the end of a needle Under the screw down cap Your last friend is a friend indeed Draws your blood running like sap The sails billow out and the ravens scream as we sail onwards on that ship You on your own with the unscrewed lid Me on my own with a smoking gun One swallow, one bullet and two lives are gone Me and my last friend you and your last friend... for my last friends in the bottom of a bottle Down the barrel of a gun My last friend is a friend indeed A friend who could never run. and your last friends at the end of a needle Under the screw down cap Your last friend is a friend indeed Draws your blood running like sap Edited March 8, 2007 by Guest Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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