i feel a bit like corduroy.
all i want
is a friend.
i know what it feels like,
im sure i do.
i lay awake in bed at night
and think,
that maybe tomorrow
someone will pass by
and back up
and look again
and decide
to be that
for me.
but instead,
all i have
is a rowdy crowd
of stunted fools
wildly tossing their rings
to see if they
can lasso me.
and i stay
and i pray
and i hope
that they lose.
cause all i want
is my friend.
thats all.
