some day i will find friends
who keep their word

too good to stay like this
soon something is heavy
and all sinks down, down to drab slumber
Days and Days and Nights will be the same
soon
because this happiness is so fleeting

my companions are
disappointment
and a cold night.

when
you say "I'm there for you"
Do you know it is a lie?

Perhaps I ask too much:
to be here,
to be loved.

But I am all alone
except for the solitude
and
those words

Burning little lies
to pull over my shoulders,
and keep me warm as I fall asleep.