Friend

You're standing still
Because you've fallen in the race
You've got a paperback horror
It's written over your face

It's a little too much, little dreams, little hopes
An excuse to let it die, let it lie, let it go
You're better off leaving me behind
That's what you whisper down the line
At your friend but all he says,
“No”

Tell me what do I have to do to get through to you
I'm sure that there's more to you you've yet to show
Tell me what can I say to make you change your ways
All that you want can still be yours to hold

I can't believe, how could he, how could she,
How could just about everybody be so ahead of me
And as you're sitting on the floor, you think this life is such a bother
And is there anything more or will you end up like your father

It's too much, little dreams, little hopes
An excuse to let it die, let it lie, let it go
You're better off leaving me behind
That's what you're screaming down the line
At the only friend who gives a damn and all he says is

There's dirt on the floor
This mess is a reflection of who you are
Everyday you're bored
It all takes too much effort
You never get started

You're never going to reach
Where you think that you should be
If you won't take that first step
You're never going to see
If you don't take the first step
You're never, ever going to get started