There are just so many friends one can have..
to be spread so thin, to know where I fit in.

I don’t belong with them, though I know I’m not straight…
I don’t feel like a surfer, though I know i love the waves.
This is the right time to feel,
to feel all is free
to feel like me.

I don’t belong with the junkies, but I love a good high…
i don’t feel like a flyer, dont know where I belong.

this is the right time to feel
to feel all is free
to feel like me.

Why feeling so distant, beyond all of it.
Why feel so listless, life’s just a temporary phase.

It isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last.

I can’t explain that all of this is the end.
I can’t explain to you my friend…
friends, i have many,
but who really knows.

And those who know are not my friends,
those who know are those whose
trust I have given,
trust i have gained.

I have spared my friends.
spread my friends, so thin.