Barfight on Bedford Ave.

I've noticed that you like to live your life
 on borrowed friends and borrowed time.
 We don't live that way done here,
 those bonds have formed throughout the years
 of the worst times, never the best.
 Your superficial smile and two-week old friendships
 don't impress me
 The best of you couldn't get the least of my interest.
 Things change as quick as a hit-and-run
 There's a lot of red lights between these days and the rest of our lives.
 Tell whoever that was to be careful which ones he runs.
 There's nothing left but to put my faith in friends.
 So ink up that skin and do your best to fit in.
 This is your last chance to hold on to what you've been given.
 Cause I don't mind, it's kind of flattering to me
 watching you drown beneath all the things that you wish you could be.