basement from carved by anxious

Your saying words but they just don’t make sense not anymore
You’re lying lifeless on your fathers fucking basement floor
Did the drugs help so much
I wish you weren’t walking but I guess you got a crutch

I’m so sorry I just can no longer help you
You’re just a shadow of the boy that I once knew
I don’t need you to do so much for me
I just wish you valued me like you value a bag of weed

The toxicity it’s constant availability
Has ruined a friendship that’s existed since the 7th grade
Ill always love who you are
I’ll always hate what you do

I’m so sorry I just can’t do this anymore
This friendships gone lifeless and I’ll walk straight to the fucking door

• Connecticut
• Pop Punk
• Punk
• hardcore
• post-hardcore
• Connecticut