Friend

We shared a vice
That's what made her a friend of mine
We laughed and we cried
And at night, we'd pass the time in bed

Cigarettes burning away
I've too little remorse for my ways
Errant
Morals stretched and strained

And I think of you, my love
When I'm with her
What you'll think of all of this
When we're finally together

I've made lust my friend
And love my enemy
Keep your friends close
At least that's what they tell me

And I think of you, my love
When I'm with her
What you'll think of all of this
When we're finally together

And I think of you, my God
When I kiss her
What you'll think of all of this
When I leave her tonight



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Whitaker Smith, Deborah Davis Smith
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