The Lash Whistled Like a Singing Wind - Norma Jean

Our friendship has a white flag

I’ll surrender if that’s what it takes

But I’ll never admit defeat

If that’s the road then you have the map

You and I mean way less to me than anything

In the isolation of the thoughts and judgments

And whatever happens to be spewing out of your dependency jail

There’s a slow dance soiree of trouble and you threw the party

We’re all doused in gasoline with no fear of flame

Well there’s a lot of things that can start a fire

I hope you’re satisfied because we all know that it’s the last thing

That I’ll hide and it’s the last that you can expect

No!

You make your own damn mistakes!