You know, it's true that you're my friend
I thought we were more mature than to send
Messages threatening to hang until dead
Messages bitterly, angrily read
I'm not guilty, not anymore
You're my friend forevermore
But for fucks sake, will you get a grip
Write some poetry or pierce your lip
But don't you try for my sympathy
Not tonight, the serenity
Of being able to bail on you again
Is the cooling balm that soothes my brain
I think I did, you know, but still
You know that I mean you no ill
I'm honestly not angry, my kamerad
I'm just disappointed that your acting was so bad