Chains - Radical Face

This started simple

Like it always does

With not much to lose

I thought I had control

That I could always walk away

If things turned bad

We were thick as thieves

'til I became the one

Who always went too far

And I couldn’t hear you

Now here I stand

A pick in callused hands

As the sun beats down

Across my back

But in the end I’m lost

And I’ll drag you down

Yeah, that’s my cost

And I’m glad you were my friend

Yeah, I’m glad you were my friend

Though I may never see you again

And I’m glad you were my friend

Yeah, I’m glad you were my friend

Though I may never see you again

But I’m glad you were my friend