Some friends come with two different faces
one on the moon recite bright and beaming verses
and one on the sun as hot as a curse is

i haven’t begun to really purge it, and what’s worse is
it really builds up, bubbling just below the surface
i gotta move on, gotta keep up, gotta get through this

want to hold hands while i’m walking through tall rushes
want to feel shy every time you make me blush

don’t want to succumb to the patterns of time
and i don’t want to rush it

got to lift hands up and open heavy curtains
outside is a land, and i’ll walk it when i’m certain

you tried to make me feel so small, but nobody’s perfect
you had to be right, so i guess that i’m wrong, but i didn’t deserve it

some friends come with two different faces
one on the moon recite bright and beaming versus
and one on the sun as hot as a curse is
as hot as a curse is
some friends