Friends and Enemies
My friends and enemies
Just as messed up as it seems
As messed up as our dreams to make it back around someday
I'm getting kind of mad at me
It's really kind of sad to see
Me yelling at myself because I'm really mad for you
And really not the single one
'Cause I know that it ain't no fun
To be the only one who's taking all that heat away from me
Oh and of course it's not
And now I'm getting really hot
Just thinking of the things we said and we did yesterday
But the pretty words, they are spoken
And the glasses, they are broken
And I can't go back to that place anymore
And now I'm broken
And what's left cannot be spoken
And I can't go back to that place anymore
My friends and enemies
All but founded on our dreams
Never quite as good as you would think that it would be
Oh and of course it's not
'Cause time and time again it's not
The way that we once thought that it would always be
But the pretty words, they are spoken
And the glasses, they are broken
And I can't go back to that place anymore
And now I'm broken
And what's left cannot be spoken
And I can't go back to that place anymore
And what gives you the right to be taking away?
And what gives you the right to be living that way?
And what gives you the right to be taking away?
And what gives you the right to be living that way?
Just as messed up as it seems
As messed up as our dreams to make it back around someday
I'm getting kind of mad at me
It's really kind of sad to see
Me yelling at myself because I'm really mad for you
And really not the single one
'Cause I know that it ain't no fun
To be the only one who's taking all that heat away from me
Oh and of course it's not
And now I'm getting really hot
Just thinking of the things we said and we did yesterday
But the pretty words, they are spoken
And the glasses, they are broken
And I can't go back to that place anymore
And now I'm broken
And what's left cannot be spoken
And I can't go back to that place anymore
My friends and enemies
All but founded on our dreams
Never quite as good as you would think that it would be
Oh and of course it's not
'Cause time and time again it's not
The way that we once thought that it would always be
But the pretty words, they are spoken
And the glasses, they are broken
And I can't go back to that place anymore
And now I'm broken
And what's left cannot be spoken
And I can't go back to that place anymore
And what gives you the right to be taking away?
And what gives you the right to be living that way?
And what gives you the right to be taking away?
And what gives you the right to be living that way?
Credits
Writer(s): Zack Krall
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