Empty Friend
Ken Andrews / Greg Edwards
I came here to
be shallow
And to watch you spill
out all your dreams
Sucked them up like a
cool drink
I was never too willing
to leave
Some empty friend
Who talked me into sleep
Sweet dreams
And threw my wings
Into the blazing sun
Coughed a castle
of crystal
Across the bright yellow
kitchen floor
Watched the roaches
grow kingly
Served them death by
the ivory sink shore
Caught up in my
thoughts a
beehive swarming
I can't swat you out your
stories are too sweet
Should've never
believed you
Why'd I ever believe you