Lyrics Friend - Floating Room

Friend

My poor friend doesn’t have his own opinions
Because my poor poor friend’s friends won’t
Let him have them
Was he ever my friend at all?
Did I ever know him at all?
‘Cause he only opened up
When he was fucked up
Yeah, he only opened up
When he was
Fucked up
My old friend doesn’t think very critically
But I used to look past that when
My old friend was friends with me, but:
Does he even think thoughts at all?
Or did all of his brain cells dissolve?
Did he think it was alright
When he touched me that one night?
I may have been abused
But at least I’m not like you
Did he think it was alright
When he touched me that one night?
I may have been abused
But at least I’m not like you