Painting broad strokes of black brings blood down my head
I can't handle anymore phone calls telling me another friend is dead
I miss your laugh and I miss your smile
It'd be nice to hear from you every once in a while
You're gone
I will never be able to ask how you've been
Or where you are or how I could lose another friend
I tried to destroy me to
Hell only knows what I've been through
So I left my regrets at the foot of my bed
An I .... when I'm older, I wouldn't forget
How to cut myself open just to rinse myself clean again
Your d**h hangs over my every move
Everything is a constant reminder of you
So you want me, so that I can want you too
I can want you too if you want me too