stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage Fuck Friends Track 12 from "Maiden" by The You Essay Allamandre Scarsdale and I were in love. Executing the designs of Heaven above. I had a real good feeling every time I'd enter. In the ways of love we were each others' mentor. But, like all things beautiful, we too had to emerge and age, wither and die. The tears from our eyes mixed with our kisses; we had moved beyond while still retaining a fond connection to our past love. We tried our best to quit each other and to see others, but held each other as the-most-recent-best-lovers. We'd come over to each others' house with parents gone and get it on; our reservations apparently gone. The same old song for the pillow-talk: We gotta walk. "But it's so hard!" Making jokes about my cock. Go a second round. Reckon that I'll put it down one day, but till that day we can play and tell our friends we're: Fuck Friends! "Let's do it again." "Ok." (x 8) At the age of fifteen my family moved to Scarsdale, or, really, just outside. White-trash suburbia where cars would fail; they would come there to die. The entire town population: 155. My hopes of a good life died by the riverside. A young kid from Austin with too much self-pride. I realized early on my companions'd be few. Filled up my lonely days with a whole lot of nothin to do. A sophomore at the local high-school. It was the next town over, we were bussed. I didn't trust a single soul, kept my thoughts to myself. This habit seemed both to bolster and erode my mental health. The first person I befriended was Wendy. Wended her way into my thoughts with her eyes that shot laser-beams from across the bus; acted so tough. The only thing we had in common: we were loners. Snowballing meetings; I proceeded to telephone her. More the tom-boy/intellect than cause a boner. We logged hundreds of hours of conversation before we went on our own vacation: a camping trip to the local frog/toad/mosquito-infested man-made lake. Demanded I not fake a single feeling; sex was almost an afterthought. "But don't go thinking that we're boyfriend and girlfriend." And to that end I kept my promise. Fancied ourselves good actors but the whole class knew. The only ones who cared less than us were them. So sad to see it end, cause I loved being lovers with no attachment. Chorus stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage