I followed you outside
And smoked what i had
And drank some wine

You touched my arm and said
Something like
"i wish you were dead"

I should have grabbed you then
And told you i don't care
I felt it once again
And i could be anywhere

Sat on the cold tiles
A lock on the door
The moon on the rise

I toyed with an old idea
Of popular song
And of facing fear

You could have had the end
Of a million kids
Coz you don't need a friend
I wish that you were dead