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Andrew Jackson Jihad

Best Friend

Everything makes me bleed

The sparkle won’t shine if you don’t feed it light

Balls deep in reality

I spend all my time getting strung out on life

It’s not our world anymore

It’s not our world anymore

Your dead best friend is walking up the stairs

He’s walking up the stairs with you

What is the wind saying?

Does it tell who isn’t there?

Do the spirits haunt us

by blowing through our hair?

It’s not our world anymore

It’s not our world anymore

Your dead best friend is walking up the stairs

He’s walking up the stairs with you

It’s not our world

And it never was

And that’s not our problem

That’s not our problem anymore