multiple personality disorder‐friends for life

We started as a school friend
We wrote it on my bed
Some good things last forever
And others drown instead
On my way to your apartment
You had problems with your head
You asked for an extension
On the promises we kept

You know I hate it when I have to see you bruised
It fucks your confidence every second
You live to this consequence of your beautiful blues
I can't let it win, we've gotta see this through

Your public limitations meant visits weren't your friend
We spent our time on puzzles that didn't have an end
I painted you a portrait of Annie Aaron Clark
To make you feel at home with the nurses after dark

You know I love it when I get to see you smile with teeth
At stupid things like our imaginary beef
With William Shatner and all the bullshit that he speaks

You know I love you the best
We started with so many friends
We've only got seven left
So take your hand and put it on my chest
There's something really big in there
But no one gets access

'Cause there's always something
The marks on your face
The ringing in your ears
The screams don't look this way
When everything's perfect
But you're not okay
You start to get the feeling
It might be your brain
But there's always something
You're screaming down below
But no one hears it until you shout
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"
"I'm putting me first"