Friends Like Strangers - Friends Like Strangers

I Know

I know why you complain
Every time you see my face
Why all the clothes you keep
Are piled to your knees
And all the lives you lived
Are buried in the trunk with stolen glass
And bars of xanax that you swore you gave up

And I know you know
When I drive you home
I'll leave you where you are
It's not like you said
When you burned your hand
That everything is fine

If this road was quiet
I bet we'd never know
You said I should be grateful
For just a single pull
I keep it to myself
But maybe there's a reason that
I'm only there at night so
You can't see what you felt

I never said
I'd miss you when you're gone

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Writer(s): Tristan James
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