spoiled for choice
we are crippled
I lost my voice in this here tunnel
scream scream scream
in the dark abyss
dream dream dream
through the hopelessness

now she calls you old mate
so she never has to say your name

I've been writing letters to my dead friends
sometimes they’re on paper but mostly in my head
wishing that my thoughts would bring them back again
even for a momentary laugh again

you're still here and it's six am
why didn't your friends know who I was?
where do they think you went?

we'll never open a café in Brooklyn
but we can pretend
you've been sleeping in the spare room
but you play pretend

you kissed someone last night
in the streets of my city

you're not here anymore
but good grief
you’re everywhere
my grief is everywhere

there's a birds nest on the prison fence
it’s all spikes breeding new life

maybe we'll connect just one last time
let's leave our phones behind
and tell each other lies all night

do you remember how it feels
to have endorphins in your heels?

maybe we'll connect just one last time
I'll rest my head on your chest
you're a holiday
a weekend
a ride

we both know you and I aren't right
but we can reminisce
from time to time