Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friends , by - I The Mighty. Song from the album Connector, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 01.06.2015
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Friends |
| You left the room and all my senses left with you and now my body’s just a |
| place for blood. |
| If I could taste then I’d be shaking in my place just at the thought of what |
| your lips taste of. |
| Oh, you love to string me along and I know it, but resistance always lingers on |
| my tongue. |
| You’re afraid you’ll never belong. |
| And I say it, but it’s always tongue in |
| cheek. |
| I choose all the right words but the words work against me. |
| Take my pride but you’ll never take all my friends. |
| Take my life and you’ll never feel whole again. |
| But if you’re gonna make empty threats, then how dare you? |
| If the thought of an absent God doesn’t scare you… |
| If you want me to hold my breath while you carry on, then come on! |
| I must admit, there was a time when you were it. |
| You had my body, had my soul, |
| my love. |
| But how we switched… I cracked the code, I scratched the itch, |
| and you’re aware the spell is wearing off. |
| You no longer string me along, and you know it. |
| Bet it eats away at that |
| confidence you feign. |
| From afar I fell for it all, but close up it comes off trite and cheap. |
| You could take it all off and I’d still keep my mind clean. |
| Take my pride but you’ll never take all my friends. |
| Take my life and you’ll never feel whole again. |
| But if you’re gonna make empty threats, then how dare you? |
| If the thought of an absent God doesn’t scare you… |
| If you want me to hold my breath while you carry on, then come on! |
| I’ve got this medicine in my head. |
| Every day it secretes and tells me what I should have said. |
| So I live in dread… |
| That every thought that I vocalize should be silence instead. |
| I’ve got this notebook that begs for love. |
| I hear it screaming: «Come on boy, fill me like that whiskey cup!» |
| So I ripped him up… |
| Then I poured out a sip in remembrance of my paper-cuts. |
| I’ve got this painting that looks just like you. |
| I’m sure the one who laid brush to canvas simply had no clue of the damage |
| they’d do. |
| With every look that I give, it burns. |
| Let it burn! |
| Take my pride but you’ll never take all my friends. |
| Take my life and you’ll never feel whole again. |
| But if you’re gonna make empty threats, then how dare you? |
| If the thought of an absent God doesn’t scare you… |
| If you want me to hold my breath while you carry on, then come on! |
| (Woah) |
| Then come on! |
| (Woah) |
| Then come on! |
| Oh come on! |