(Best friends)

You're too far to bring you close,

and too high to see below,

(just hangin' on your daily dose).

I know you never needed anyone,

but the rolling papers for your grass.

How can you give what you don't have?

You keep on aiming for the top,

and quit before you sweat a drop.

Feed your empty brain,

with your hydroponic pot.

Start out playing with yourself,

you get more fun within your shell.

Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way.

I'll leave again,

'cause I've been waiting in vain.

But you're so in love with yourself,

if I say my heart is sore

sounds like a cheap metaphor,

so I won't repeat it no more.