the friend that won't disappear

and so the rain dripping down my back we're all a bit weathered here so we didn't want eachother busy line so try again later there's nowhere to hide here in this tiny town good thing there was no salt in our bowl of goodbye soup no crazed and twisted words no sickened symphony of regrets we were what we were i just can't stand your choice in men, love nothing big just a blockade of all the wrong cocksuckers fat know-it-alls or ugly poodles from armenia no effort to play along this badmitten game we call friendship it's better this way because most of the time i don't even think about you but that doesn't mean that i don't care i guess i just wanted one last smile one last hoo-ha one more moment of shameless, too bad it's aimless, love