Every Type Of Friend

We're all lonely in the end

But we all could use a hand

Then again, I've got every type of friend

The best ones, the rude ones

The old ones, the new ones

The worst ones, the great ones

The real ones, and the fake ones

Again and again

I've got every type of friend

And again and again

I've got every type of friend

And if you fuck me over, even once back then

I still don't ever want to see your face again

I try to forget that it ever had happened

You're not someone I call a friend

You're not like a single one of them

The best ones, the rude ones

The old ones, the new ones

The worst ones, the great ones

The real ones, and the fake ones

Again and again

I've got every type of friend

And again and again

I've got every type of friend

Here come the yes man and here comes the bums

Here come the leeches from the swamp to drain my blood

So where are the people who know how to lift me up?

Where did my friends go? I miss them all so much

The best ones, the rude ones

The old ones, the new ones

The worst ones, the great ones

The real ones, and the fake ones

Again and again

I've got every type of friend

And again and again

I've got every type of friend