Will You Be There For Me When I'm Falling To Pieces?
An immaculate drunk,
A shell of an old friend
And a face that no longer
Fits the name or memory,
Sits beside me at 11:42 at night
Staring out at the moonlit beach
He is too far gone to notice
Or even find.
Lighting a Newport against the sky,
He apologizes for who he is
And admits he is afraid of the future --
Or lack there of --
That awaits him.
"I'm fucked up, love."
But that doesn't mean he's
Ready to try to get better...
Maybe he can't.
Falling into a mellow ease of
Shared and honest pain,
We dispel our flaws and
List off our sorrows,
Realizing that the stream of time
Has taken it's toll on both of our lives --
Only one of us grew
And the other didn't.
There's still something in those glassy eyes,
A flicker of the boy I knew inside, that screams:
"Please, just let me out!"
Searching for some affirmation of love,
Like opening a door that leads to a closet
That was never there.
Tonight, the world that so often disappoints us
Lies beyond our reach, sitting together -- alone --
Misbelieving ourselves and admitting
We're not half of who we're meant to be.
He tells me he's spent the last two years
Selling himself short at dear little pawn shops
And throwing the money away,
Forgetting the tickets and fines
That still need to be paid.
Living faster, dying younger...
Is this really what I'm missing out on?
Taking pills just to feel high,
Just to feel anything at all.
He's been throwing punches
And kisses for years,
While my weapon of choice
Still remains words.
"You should try it sometime."
I tell him, but he can't even
Remember where we are.
Staring into a black pit of coffee,
A false old trick used to sober up quick,
A ghost of the boy I once knew,
Floating around like a curtain in the wind
Inside that thin, pale body, asks:
"You don't love me, do you?"
And it hurts because I can't lie.
"No... but seeing you like this
Is breaking my heart...
Breaking it more than any boy
Ever has or ever could."
Meeting halfway,
We part our lips
To find each other,
Knowing it's wrong,
Knowing it means nothing,
Knowing it means everything...
Knowing that at the end of the night
We will both leave each other
Dusted and alone,
And thinking to ourselves,
"We were supposed to die yesterday."
A shell of an old friend
And a face that no longer
Fits the name or memory,
Sits beside me at 11:42 at night
Staring out at the moonlit beach
He is too far gone to notice
Or even find.
Lighting a Newport against the sky,
He apologizes for who he is
And admits he is afraid of the future --
Or lack there of --
That awaits him.
"I'm fucked up, love."
But that doesn't mean he's
Ready to try to get better...
Maybe he can't.
Falling into a mellow ease of
Shared and honest pain,
We dispel our flaws and
List off our sorrows,
Realizing that the stream of time
Has taken it's toll on both of our lives --
Only one of us grew
And the other didn't.
There's still something in those glassy eyes,
A flicker of the boy I knew inside, that screams:
"Please, just let me out!"
Searching for some affirmation of love,
Like opening a door that leads to a closet
That was never there.
Tonight, the world that so often disappoints us
Lies beyond our reach, sitting together -- alone --
Misbelieving ourselves and admitting
We're not half of who we're meant to be.
He tells me he's spent the last two years
Selling himself short at dear little pawn shops
And throwing the money away,
Forgetting the tickets and fines
That still need to be paid.
Living faster, dying younger...
Is this really what I'm missing out on?
Taking pills just to feel high,
Just to feel anything at all.
He's been throwing punches
And kisses for years,
While my weapon of choice
Still remains words.
"You should try it sometime."
I tell him, but he can't even
Remember where we are.
Staring into a black pit of coffee,
A false old trick used to sober up quick,
A ghost of the boy I once knew,
Floating around like a curtain in the wind
Inside that thin, pale body, asks:
"You don't love me, do you?"
And it hurts because I can't lie.
"No... but seeing you like this
Is breaking my heart...
Breaking it more than any boy
Ever has or ever could."
Meeting halfway,
We part our lips
To find each other,
Knowing it's wrong,
Knowing it means nothing,
Knowing it means everything...
Knowing that at the end of the night
We will both leave each other
Dusted and alone,
And thinking to ourselves,
"We were supposed to die yesterday."