My Best Friend

The first time I saw jesus

he had lust in his eyes;

life on his breath and stories big as life

a head that was buzzin' from the worlds that he'd seen

and a mind stuck forever in a dream

and hearing his laughter,Ihad to think anew

about all of our yesterdays and how it went askew

and how losing our minds was so much more important when

he was my best friend

Never trust your memories,you drink them better every time

soon they're nothing more than a sack of guilded lies

did it really happen or did I read it in a book?

was fifteen years really all it took

to lose all that innocense,that full on lust for life

the undilluted power that cut like a knife

through all the teenage bullshit that we slipped in on the way,when

he was my best friend

The last time I saw jesus,

he had holes in his eyes

wine on his breath

and conviction in his lies

a head that was buzzin' from all the worlds that he'd seen

but a mind stuck forever in a dream

and hearing his laughter,I had to think anew

about all of our yesterdays, and how it went askew

he took the road less travelled,but somehow won out in the end

I wish he was still my best friend...