Lyrics:
Box springs are stained with yellowPillows held our heads now hold in the rainOutside on the curb where I wasted half of your lifeBoth of our livesEverything’s closer to the end butI will get farther from youEverything’s closer it’s the end butI will get further from youYour eyes are blue but I can’t see that color hueIt’s been so damn longGod I was wrongI’m dead to you, you say we are friends butWhat is a friend whenThere is a man whoSleeps in your bed to?