If you said you're my friend,
Could you please tell me what's wrong
With my head and my breath?
I'm not one to brag, but I've got some problems
and they're inside my head.
I will be your hands and feet as you
Claw your way back to the surface.
I will be your aching knees as you
Pray to a dead god each night.
I will be the melody in
Crashing cars and broken dreams.
I will be the memory of
Places lost and people who have forgotten you.