A Friend

Where is the friend when I need himmost?
Climb to the top where I try to get close
Counting the seconds, then I look up to you
In both hands, a drink while I wait for the queue

(Ooh)

Who needs a girl if you're a boy on the run?
No person of interest, no belt without gun
Shaking the fist to the man in the box
You wanted to scare him, you should've turned the clocks
In your house

Nothing special
Nothing special
Nothing special
Nothing special

(Ooh)

The stones are cold, but the lighter keeps clicking
The socks have holes and a probable cause
A book with no cover, a run down the street
One turn for the mad men
One turn for the mad men

The stones are cold, but the lighter keeps clicking
The socks have holes and a probable cause
A book with no cover, a run down the street
One turn for the mad men
One turn for the mad men
One turn for the mad men
One turn for the mad men
Until I press pause

Nothing special
Nothing special
Nothing special
Nothing special

Nothing special
Nothing special
Nothing special
Nothing special



Credits
Writer(s): James Wilson Curd
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