You're a miracle of pills
All chalky smiles
You are our friend of a friend
And I cant quite make you out
For the oil on your brow
Runs like a river of nerves
None of us are sweet or remotely complete
Some are still ill-fitting in their skin
I've seen the worst of you
The dull, the mad, the blue
If you must continue to pretend
You'll always be our friend of a friend
Your beauty, is truly seldom
Certainly out and within
And if I took a guess at what's under that dress
I'd say the battery died
None of us are sweet or remotely complete
Some are still ill-fitting in their skin
I've seen the worst of you
The dull, the mad, the blue
If you must continue to pretend
You'll always be a friend
You'll always be our friend of a friend
Do we ask for too much
By asking the hard stuff
Like how are you, what's going on, where ya been for so long?
And so on
If it's not your work, it's a terror alert
So I'll talk the weather you
But after a few beers
5 or 6 odd years
Heat waves and cold fronts won't do
None of us are sweet or remotely complete
Some are still ill-fitting in their skin
I've seen the worst of you
The dull, the mad, the blue
If you must continue to pretend
You'll always be our friend of a friend
All chalky smiles
You are our friend of a friend
And I cant quite make you out
For the oil on your brow
Runs like a river of nerves
None of us are sweet or remotely complete
Some are still ill-fitting in their skin
I've seen the worst of you
The dull, the mad, the blue
If you must continue to pretend
You'll always be our friend of a friend
Your beauty, is truly seldom
Certainly out and within
And if I took a guess at what's under that dress
I'd say the battery died
None of us are sweet or remotely complete
Some are still ill-fitting in their skin
I've seen the worst of you
The dull, the mad, the blue
If you must continue to pretend
You'll always be a friend
You'll always be our friend of a friend
Do we ask for too much
By asking the hard stuff
Like how are you, what's going on, where ya been for so long?
And so on
If it's not your work, it's a terror alert
So I'll talk the weather you
But after a few beers
5 or 6 odd years
Heat waves and cold fronts won't do
None of us are sweet or remotely complete
Some are still ill-fitting in their skin
I've seen the worst of you
The dull, the mad, the blue
If you must continue to pretend
You'll always be our friend of a friend
Lyrics submitted by ncc74656m
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Sent to me from Julia herself. From her forthcoming 3rd album currently being recorded in NYC.