Friends With Benefits - Jim O' Rourke
Nice to see you once again
Been a long time, my friend
Since you crossed my mind at all
There's no need to beat about
Not hard to figure out
This ain't all a social call
It's been quite a long, long time
But not enough to find the line
To get me goin' once again
Just one word I could respect
But then what do I expect?
You missed that boat a long time ago
Would you mind
Keepin' your hands inside?
I am friends with so many
Of the dead who already
Take a lot of space in my head
I hear from them every morning
About all of your boring
Must be tired by now of where they are
I sense that you are not so sure
Of takin' the grand tour
Without some kind of guarantee
I'll make this easier on you
Just let me walk you through
These laps, and I'll take my leave
And if it feels a little strange
I won't leave you shortchanged
Don't worry, this one's on me
Would you mind
Keepin' your hands inside?
I am friends with so many
Of the dead who already
Take a lot of space in my head
I hear from them every morning
About all of your boring
Must be tired by now of where they are
There are friends already waiting
For the space that you're containing
Keep your hands inside
It isn't fine