Where are your friends? I'll help you find them.


Who are you to not recoil from my advances?
I like you, you ride your luck and take your chances.
Now we're dancing, and getting frantic, running through fields full of love tinged semantics.
I'll hold your gaze but don't tell me your name, the last thing we want is to make this romantic.

Where are your friends? I'll help you find them.

As we do the last of the lines that we drew with the red paint designed for this town,
we capture these scenes to enslave in the frames that we recklessly run to the ground.
Although we both seem distant, our indifference to our differences is what make us different,
but we are alike in the sense I can sense that you're spent with pretending that you didn't come here alone.

The brain in your head, the air in your lungs, the voice in your ear that tells you you're not on your own.

Where are your friends? I'll help you find them.

The part of your brain that puts faces to names, your rational train of thought that stops you from pulling into the lane for estranged and afflicted strangers like us.

But something tells you you're safe as long as this doesn't escalate from lust...

Fuck.

Where are my friends? Please help me find them!

Where are your friends? I'll help you find them.

We are your friends, we're inside your head.