Cabin Fever

Friend is an F-Bomb

12/9/02

When you needed me most I was there.
Now it's my turn
and where are you?
No one seems to know
and no one seems to care
if I need to reach you.
I'm in a state of support, condition critical,
but my life-preservation system is failing.
The contention of the word "friend" is not to be taken lightly,
but its boundaries you are surely testing.
And if tomorrow were to trouble you
I'd still hold up my end of the bargain,
but it's a scar I will make sure that sticks out
and haunts you every time you look at yourself.
I cannot stand up much longer
without a bit of a push
from a lost individual
who claimed his travels would never, ever
take him so far away again.
These days, I barely know you.
It's not how things should be.