Friends Without Names

an empty pocket

full of lust

a horse-head lighter

full of dust

against my lips

as I spit

‘I really miss ya’

‘I really miss ya’

catch my breath

let it go

flip my ego

let it grow

I bite my lip

as I spit

‘I really miss ya’

‘I really miss ya’

friends without names

friends without names

friends without names

they’re all the same to me

hope goes up

hope falls down

burn like fire

this mute town

I bite my lip

as I spit

‘I really miss ya’

‘I really miss ya’

see my face

my fake embrace

that dull taste

of this place

I bite my lip

as I spit

‘I really miss ya’

‘I really miss ya’

friends without names

friends without names

friends without names

they’re all the same to me

dot my eye

sour frown

dry like mud

wall of sound

friends without names

friends without names

friends without names

they’re all the same to me