Friends With Enemies

Lies that imply the space

We will be friends with the enemies

Lost in your sense of taste

Did you know you were next to me

Labor days, wounded hearts

How we fake, how false we start

I'm stuck on this long island beach

We all making army for my enemies

A faint disarray of intention

And I'm a guest of your invention

What's the rest of this dance

Does the promise of this just ends

As we get what we can

Well there's too much within your head

Labor days, wounded hearts

How we fake, how false we start

I'm stuck on this long island beach

We all making army for my enemies

Cut the lost, cut the time

I don't ask, behind your eyes

Shadow bonds can make a friend

(How I nest?), the shadow games

Labor days, wounded hearts

How we fake, how false we start

I'm stuck on this long island beach

We all making army for my enemies