The Friendship Song, Pt. 1
Juan Antonio Alfonso Naranjo
You’ve got to move your head
To look behind
And take the knife
Out of your back
You’ve got to examine
The way they used to talk to you
In search of interests
And lacks
You’ve got to condemn
Short answers and contempts
Words of love
With facts of hate
If your mate’s real worth it
You won’t ever be in pain
And if you are
Well, that’s so toxic, man
