No Friend

Found these old letters from years ago
 Felt it was fitting to continue that correspondence
 Can't help I'm sentimental
 Thanks for talking with me today, I hope this is helpful for you
 I also hope that Birdie is happy and healthy
 And staying out of trouble to a reasonable extent
 What I wrote was sort of my way of
 Finally being able to address how it feels to have
 Another brick-red room, another black-top town
 Another misspelled band burning their own houses down
 Another pine-box tune to fill the cemetery day
 Another star, a touch of orange over purgatory grey
 Another thorny field to scatter fruitless seed
 Another song that runs too long, God knows no one needs
 More misguided ghosts, more transparent hands
 To drop a nickel in our basket and we'll do our Riot! dance
 Beneath another burning sky, behind our painted lips
 In scores of catatonic smile-covered ankle-bitten ships
 So throw your pedestal of stone in the forgetful sea
 As protection from the paper-thin perfection you project on me
 When this repetition ends behind the window shades
 A semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made
 That most unrestful bed, that most original of sins
 And you'll say that's what I get when I let ambitions win again
 I'd hate to let you down so I'll let the waters rise
 And drown my dull reflection in the naive expectation in your eyes
 Back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free
 I few a picture and nowhere God they knew me
 So before the regiment resumes, before the dreaded sun appears
 My driver's waiting, so let's make one point crystal clear
 You see a flood-lit form, I see a shirt design
 I'm no savior of yours, you're no friend of mine
 You're no friend of mine
 You're no friend of mine
 I'm no savior of yours, you're not friend of mine
 You see a flood-lit form, I see a shirt design
 I'm no savior of yours, you're no friend of mine
 I see myself in the reflection of people's eyes
 Realising that what they see may not even be close to the image I see in myself
 And I think I might actually be more afraid
 To let my own self down than anything else
 I feel like the man in the story
 Who saw a bear floating in the river and thought it was a fur coat
 12 years ago, I stood on the shore
 Jumped in and grabbed the coat
 And the river is rushing toward a waterfall
 And my friend stood at the shore and shouted to let go of the coat
 And swim back to land
 I let go of the coat but the coat won't let go of me
 In any case please let know if there's more I can give you
 If nothing comes of it, then just know we are grateful