Friends We Have Met on High

The few places I've felt where I don't belong: Somehow wound in corridors of an office building And, secondly, my school's halls The one, an escapade of boredom, yet we're born estranged unto the other This latter would've been fine and inconsequential today if not the birthplace founded out of outdated divine degenerocity Well, certain folk, certain people, certain friends I've met on high Every time we crossed paths when under a break in the mundanity, my chest filled with hope And that sulken overcast dissipated for a moment And it's too, in that moment In that dispersion which lets room for the optimistic of things Where I can feel strength in this shared though therein: Though I wish that it be untrue I could sure use some help 'Cause I can not do this by myself Though I wish these words be untrue This place is truly unwell We all can peak behind their tell One day I'll pierce straight out this hell 'Till then I could surely use some help Ah-ah-ah Like a bandsaw blade or a tourniquet Everyone and their moms are just 'tryna get Something to fray, well must be hard to debate When the ones that you hate aren't the ones to complain in the first place Talking 'bout you fuckers in the mainstay Per say naysay gateways persuade day-trade playthings' paydays in- In not so great ways If I'm gonna be honest, I'd do without Ignoranced bigotry from here on out Where did you come from, when did you show Compassion; empathy? f*ck do I know? And if Things really do change for the better I'll be waiting in the admission room Demanding us see your letter