[we are the only friends we have]

mismatched and thrown together,
cars dented and filled to midshin
with cd cases and show sheets

we are the painter
we are the cynic
we are the timid
we are the loudmouth

we are all the smokers,
sucking down reds or
camels or
whatever's on sale at wilco,
two for one

the kids in the tight t-shirts,
hanging out in half-lit streets
talking shit about each other
like it's our job to hurt
and to be hurt

we've got nothing to do on weekends
but shows and each other
all of us are broke, broken,
and somewhat lost,

but we are the only friends we have