The Past Again

You were so close to the end, ya know But it's so far away from you now And you rambled, and you gambled And you damnd those who fled your warmer house Who's dead in your head now? You choke to know the songs you wrote Now golden rings are bitter things On your toes, you'll overdose on doubt We were hangin' out at my parents' house With our backpacks strapped across our laps I went to her place, saw a new her face We were braced, she relates, something had changed Isn't it strange? You choke to know the songs you wrote Now golden rings are bitter things All you know's your comatose without A ghost as medicine You're in your head tryin' to claw it out Don't try the past again You were a christian man Now sort it out for yourself You choke to know the songs you wrote The golden things are hard to see It's dark to me, it's dark to me, it's out Do you need a friend?