High Holy Days All My Real Friends
ALL MY REAL FRIENDS See, believe, forget me My playful thoughts contrive Nights concede to reckless Versions of myself All my real friends gather Stay my wanting for a shield I can't see you real All I hate and all I fear I bring it back to you, do you feel it The night is gone and all we get A picture for a poem, and we lose her Alledged talk and I can't stop I'm falling through the gates of resentment Mine is sworn to think In contrast of what we really are Please, hiding thoughts Life is lost My turn at hope transpires All my real friends gather For their chances to receive I can't see you real CHORUS Bad news on the doorstep I want to put it away And I feel like I'm hopeless lost In this hostile space Real words escape me, I can't name it CHORUS
