Fine Friend

Thought you'd given me A special present A thing to have and Hold and keep forever When the smoke had cleared The thing you left there Wasn't a gift at all, you tricked me It stripped me bare It stripped me bare Painted[unverified] All your rooms Wit

I'm tired of too much of this And this is wearing me thin There are too many hours And too many ways to fill them in Fine friend, you're a fine friend When will I see Fine friend, you're a fine friend You've been an anchor for me I'm tired of holding