"I had a friend who changed his name
but couldn't change himself.
Never quite figured out
how to do with what life had dealt.
He put a needle in his arm
to calm his handsome hell.
who would have imagined it?
Could've worked out so well.
Now he's a shape that moves
like echoes through my empty room.
And there's a voice that speaks
like someone's right behind me.
I turned around and found
exactly what you would expect.
Clothes I left on my floor.
The papers piled on my desk."
"I had a friend who changed his name
but couldn't change himself.
Never quite figured out
how to do with what life had dealt.
He put a needle in his arm
to calm his handsome hell.
who would have imagined it?
Could've worked out so well....