Friends with Enemies - Atlas Genius

Lies that imply the space

We’ll be friends with the enemies

Lost in your sense of taste

Did you know you were next to me?

Labor days, wounded hearts

How we fade, how false we start

I’m stuck on this Long Island beach

Where I’ll make an army for my enemies

A faint disarray of intention

And I’m a guest of your invention

What’s the rest of this dance?

Does the promise of this just end?

Just to we get what we can

Well there’s too much within your head

Labor days, wounded hearts

How we fade, how false we start

I’m stuck on this Long Island beach

Where I’ll make an army for my enemies

Cut the loss, cut the time

I don’t ask, behind your eyes

Shadow bonds can make a friend

How I missed the shadow games

Labor days, wounded hearts

How we fade, how false we start

I’m stuck on this Long Island beach

Where I’ll make an army for my enemies