Friend Machine

One touch

Look away

And as far as I can tell

I can’t defend myself

Before you know my name

I can’t defend myself

I was an open book

All the weight of the spine

To the cold curbside

I need a friend machine to help me outside

And tomorrow comes

And they all stop singing along

I need a friend machine to help me just to last the night

I look for deliverance but

I'm living under some kind of spell

I can’t defend myself

It’s just an itch

There in the bottom of the mind

Come out with it

You make me wonder all the time

Are you listening, friend?

Will you tend to me and I’ll tend

To the cold curbside

I need a friend machine to help me outside

And tomorrow comes

And they all stop singing along

I need a friend machine to help me just to last the night