Fathers - Friend of a Friend

Blacked the fuck out
The lights were red
TV blank

She is cold dead
A Tuesday night
Friend of a friend

Blood on the sheets
Drugs everywhere
Scattered clothes

Can’t find my phone
I’m still stoned
Deep despair

Oh my God what is happening to me?
Friend of a friend

Run out the house
Down the street
Sun was bright

She is cold dead
A Tuesday night
Friend of a friend

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