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you called me up the ringing woke me from my slumber you sounded pretty fucked up i'm so glad you'd memorized my number you said you'd done it again and you thought this time it might be the end i said "don't you dare hang on friend, i'll be right there" then i got in the car and put the gas to the floor in fifteen minutes i was at your door there was blood on the seats, we did a hundred and ten and i took a few drags off of your cigarette we burned exactly four gallons of the very same shit that fucked the world up so bad that you would do this and i tried to explain how the planet is sick and we do to ourselves what we've done to it but by the time we got there you couldn't hear anymore you were slumped over forehead on the dashboard and my tears fell down to the hospital floor as they held me back and pushed the stretcher through the doors this is what friends are for when the weight of it all cuts to the bone and you can't take it anymore Letras de cancionesno one could get through this alone i sat by your side and held the styrofoam cup close to your face you looked me in the eye said "you've got to get me out of this place" i said "i don't think i should, the doctor's on his way back, you don't look so good" i guess you sensed my fear you said if "i'm gonna die i'm not doing it here" so i pulled out the tubes and helped you into the chair someone behind us yelled "stop right there!" but you were laughing again as we flew down the hall and our voices echoed off the sterile white walls and as i wheeled you out into the morning light you screamed "everything's gonna be alright sometimes this world's too much to take so your eyes snap shut and your heart it breaks" but you were out of the chair and we were in the car peeling out tires squealing towards that bright red star as the sun rose over our tired town we turned the radio up and rolled the windows down this is what friends are for to teach us things we've always known when you can't take it anymore no one could get through this alone and it's times like these when it all makes too much sense the connections burn so clearly, that feeling in your chest when movement feels like murder and it hurts to take a breath when the world needs so much more and you've got nothing left this is what friends are for when you've lost faith everything and when i can't take it anymore i know you'd do the same for me From Letras Mania