Friend Song

It′s nice to be home
It’s nice to indulge in new interests
Finish the gin, plug in the circular saw and
Get down to business

I usually don′t care who says what
On the internet
I don’t usually regret

But I’m often afraid
And anxious that all this is endless
Living inside spaces where all disagreements
Are ever so briefly suspended

Sometimes I suspect in some ways
I would rather not wake up
After sleeping

But you make me feel loved
I still like to look at your pictures
Heaven is soft, Hell is a short walk
Indiana is twelve hours from home

I wish I could say that I know
What you wanna hear
Then say it
Then say it again
Like a lullaby