I had a friend who died
for something he really loved
I had a friend who stood
for none of the above
I had a friend whose experience
was riddled with scars
who got drunk one night
in the trunk of louie p.'s car
I had a friend who'd love to scare you
as was his affections
and tremble you did
'cause you weren't worthy of his friendship
I had a friend, but now
he's stranded on the Mesa st. exit
and sometimes I'm jealous
'cause I'm still at the intersection
I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold
yes there's blood on the median
like a boat without oars