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You are not my friend (Frenzal Rhomb)

Never felt bad lending a hand I think you hoped I wouldn't be in a band Broken ashtray I can always replace I kick the door then I spit in your face You are not my friend Never ever again Dream of sunsets with a drink in the sand Of all my friends and losing money in the van Remember holidays that weren't such a waste And a broken jaw from a punch in the face Picture perfect with a frame that pretends To be a martyr for a cause with no end I was thinking that you needed a break What I meant was every bone in your face A mental photo of discoloured eyes Of dirty carpets and moistened thighs These recollections I will keep to the end I'm sure it's wrong that you were never my friend