Friends Without Names

an empty pocket
full of lust
a horse-head lighter
full of dust
against my lips
as I spit
‘I really miss ya’
‘I really miss ya’
catch my breath
let it go
flip my ego
let it grow
I bite my lip
as I spit
‘I really miss ya’
‘I really miss ya’
friends without names
friends without names
friends without names
they’re all the same to me
hope goes up
hope falls down
burn like fire
this mute town
I bite my lip
as I spit
‘I really miss ya’
‘I really miss ya’
see my face
my fake embrace
that dull taste
of this place
I bite my lip
as I spit
‘I really miss ya’
‘I really miss ya’
friends without names
friends without names
friends without names
they’re all the same to me
dot my eye
sour frown
dry like mud
wall of sound
friends without names
friends without names
friends without names
they’re all the same to me