Let me tell you about my life. I don't really have a life. I've been looking for that green grassy other side. Still haven't found it yet because god knows I'm not satisfied. Can't quit using drugs I love because they make me feel nice. I still think about the beauty of it. The first time you take a risk is the first time you know you really love it. " What’s that? What's love that he's talking about?" I'm talking about loving something more than loving yourself. I wanted you to come down from there. You've been asking where your lover’s been. I've been learning how my business was clearly never in your bed. That was then and this is now and you still have your plans of being someone else. Well then just get on with them. I wanted you to come down from there. I wish that you were my friend. I placed my friends within a frame, so the memory would stay the same, not fade to yellow like forgotten names. We'll keep dancing in the autumn rain, and keep driving till we stall again. Talk on holidays and when we can. A mix of worried and successful friends; is it make or break, or break or bend?