I comfort him
dig him out of the whatever he's in
he brings me things that I have given up
since I last saw him
I try to bring some hope
my acting as if I can cope
and I tell him smokey things
about our dopey heroes on their coke
and my heroines
and life goes on
for him
he goes there
and says the same things
every time
I suppose we all do
and when he comes to me
he'll really weep
he says its' because I give so deep
but I only do as any friend would do
and then I bolt my door to him at night
but I just can't sleep
I am his shoulder
a little softer he says
a little older
but it sure seems to me that just as I get warmer
life gets colder
well, that's the way it seems to me
here
here
