Lyrics:

I have a friend, hes mostly made of painHe wakes up, drives to work and straight back home againHe once cut one of my nightmares out of paperI thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record coverAnd I tried to tell him that he had a senseOf color and composition so magnificentAnd he said thank you, please, but your flatteryIt is truly not becoming meYour eyes are poor, youre blind, you seeNo beauty ever could have come from meIm a wasteOf breath, of space, of timeI knew a woman she was dignified and trueHer love for her man was one of her many virtuesUntil one day she found out that he had liedAnd decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lieShe was grateful for everything that had happenedAnd she was anxious for all that would come nextBut then she wept, what did you expectIn that big old house with the car she keptSuch is life, she often saidWith one day leading to the nextYou get a little closer to your deathWhich was fine with her, she never got upsetAnd with all the days she may have leftShe would never clean another messOr fold his shirts, or look her bestShe was freeTo waste away aloneLast night my brother, he got drunk and droveAnd this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the roadAnd he said officer, officer, youve got the wrong manNo, no, Im a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you dont understandThe cop said No one got hurt, you should be thankfulAnd your carelessness, it is something awfulAnd no I cant just let you goAnd though your fathers name is knownYour decisions now are yours aloneYoure nothing but a stepping stone on a pathTo debt, to loss, to shameThe last few months Ive b