Turn back, I think we're growing old
By the bedside, I don't think I can go on
No flags in range, dark grey
Conversations seem to change
My dying friend (I tried my best)
Time mends the broken halves
But we still seem to fall apart
Intoxicated, I thought I'd overcome this
Substance amplifies the deficit
I've brought the worst out in me
The difference of what I should have been
These words are swords and they hurt you more
You've been through worse, I am so sorry
My dying friend (I tried my best)
Time mends the broken halves
But we still seem to fall apart
Time mends the broken halves
Will this feeling always last?
If not until the end
At least until my death
Dark grey, heartbeat does not change
Turn back I think we're growing cold
My dying friend (I tried my best)
Time mends the broken halves
But we still seem to fall apart
My dying friend, my dying love
Are we lost?