Some Friends

You've got a funny way of coming clean- or are you just coming apart?
You tuck the to-do lists between the book
ends and in the books that look good on the bus.
Mistake my wince for a smile while you choke on a bitten tongue.
You're not so funny when you're mean to me.
Your black flags fade to gray- the red-blooded blues
When we grow old to know we died young.
Nothing ever lasts.
It's a dystopian, sick world and everything is just falling apart.
But don't it feel like we're coming together when
we load-up the goods and push the shopping carts out?
We'd smoke in your bedroom,
where the forced laughter is not contagious.
I know that you wish you were sick,
but there are so many ways of being more disappointing.
You're not so funny when you're mean to me.
Your black flags fade to gray, you looked dead in your leather anyway.
Suburban Punks and we're gonna die young.
But you're gagged and you're bound and you're city-bound.
You died young
Because it feels like there's something that's gone.
When you ask if there's something that's wrong.
I feel like there's something that's gone