bloodhound

You're good

I look for answers in mutual friends like a bloodhound

Turn every stone till your ego's picked raw like a scab

I hold my enemies close but not tight as the worst of them

Not tight as the worst or the night when you held me

I look for answers in hide-and-seek summers and hate you more

Twisted or not, dear, the stories cut through just the same

Bury your bones and unearth one more whore for the road, love

And tell her about it, the night that you felt me

So how do you feel watching me losing friends