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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