You stand by my side and look like I do
but something is different about the way through
you sleep on a satin pillow and I sleep on dirt
I go to your home and worry about my shirt
I'm lost in the sea grasping to breath
I can't ask for help you don't believe
so politely I drown not causing a fuss
to ask would be rude I take back on the bus
this friend thing's no good with my envious eye
oil and water are easier to make tie
I'm loosing my grip and you're just a mirage
the golden curtain fades with memories of the garage
I feel the gold locked deep in the vault
I forgot the key and make it your fault
I just want to fish so my family can eat
is a pole toO rude at the sole of your feet?
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