i had a friend who died

for something he really loved

i had a friend who stood

for none of the above

i had a friend whose experience

was riddled with scars

who got drunk one night

in the trunk of louie p.'s car

i had a friend who'd love to scare you

as was his affection

and tremble you did

'cause you weren't worthy of his friendship

i had a friend, but now

he's stranded on the mesa street exit

and sometimes i'm jealous

'cause i'm still at the intersection

i had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold

yes there's blood on the median

like a boat without oars



duct tape the cross on the brown colored box

single file line on the unpaved road

they tipped their hats, respect for the dead

in juarez, mexico is where they buried my friend



there are no words to express

the loss i feel since you've been away

you made this typical sad song

a physical classroom

where i learned nothing

just flashes of your face



it's all a facade and nothing really matters now

he's stranded somewhere on the mesa street exit

and sometimes i'm jealous waiting at the intersection



i had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold

yes there's blood on the median like a boat without oars



it's all a facade, and nothing really matters now