Friends? Lyrics

My illusion of you has broken

Time and time again

And now we've stopped as lovers

Can we start as friends

I smell you in my covers

I miss you in my bed

I can't imagine others

I'd rather soon be dead

I'll fall into a pattern

Of loathing and self hate

I'll start to fill the void with vices

Gathered and innate

I'll want to tell you everything

The burdens and the bores

But how can we be friends

When there was nothing there before

What was it for

What was it for

What was it for

What was it for

What was it for

What was it for

What was it for