The Lash Whistled Like a Singi

Our friendship has a white flag I’ll surrender if that’s what it takes But I’ll never admit defeat If that’s the road then you have the map You and I mean way less to me than anything In the isolation of the thoughts and judgments And whatever happens to be spewing out of your dependency jail There’s a slow dance soiree of trouble and you threw the party We’re all doused in gasoline with no fear of flame Well there’s a lot of things that can start a fire I hope you’re satisfied because we all know that it’s the last thing That I’ll hide and it’s the last that you can expect No! You make your own damn mistakes!