Telling Adam
What’s wrong
Over lunch
Is hell
And takes so long
But when it’s over
I’m sorta
And leave knowing
Its better
Now
Im the listener
Shutting my mouth
For my friend Adam
He knows
I can tell
We’re friends forever
And I love you
My Man
It’s easy to
Do
For all of my friends
Those which obit
Each other
And show love
with nothing more
Than a case of beer
maybe a controlled substance
What I need to hear
In that conversation
Without judgement
The blind acceptance
In the eyes of my friends
And now I wanna lay
On top of the covers
to talk to you and say
You’re the man and made that way
I was thinking they
Might come on over
Cause now I wanna blaze
And laugh at each other
Next time I’m wide awake
Thinking knots in the covers
And what would Byron say
If we doubted one another
I can see it in the gaze
Of a friend and I remember
To see myself and them the same
To hold and know forever
Slowly from your face
I can see the feeling transfer
To take our thoughts and trade