Falling

Well rehearsed not to speak first Beware the old routine Brave enough to die for But afraid to say what you mean The old routine So long underneath Making it harder, so hard by yourself So long you couldn't speak Making it harder, so hard by yourself The old routine Take enough to find Not a piece lost, not a piece left behind Lips that sealed the day It's still knocking, it still haunts in that way I lost my best, I lost my friend I lost my best, I lost my friend I lost my best, I lost my friend I lost my friend I lost my best Friend Lost my oldest friend Between the chances that we had Lost my oldest friend Between the chances that we had