I could be your wingman, but I get no recognition.
While your tangled in the strings, but it is your intuition.
This placed has stayed the same for several hours, since you left it.
Their′s no fire to your smoke.
Their's no mirror to reflect it.

Oh, I could be your wingman, but I′m running out of interest.
I suggest you stop with scaffold, but it seems your packing Everest.
You're a mackerel out of order and it's drain′ on my patience.
You′re a pyramid of nature, that has crumbling foundations.

I could be a dragon, like the year I was born.
Throwing fireworks at the ceiling, spitting beer on the floor.
But I know you would've liked it ′cause it isn't in the spirit.
Hey, you′ve managed to convince yourself that I could help be livid.

You're coming off as selfish as you dive into the crowd.
Cold and clammy like a shellfish,
Cold and distant like a storm cloud.

I would love to call you friend, but you vanished for a while.

Oh, I tried to call you friend, but it would seem I′m in denial.

Writer(s): Robert James Sword<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com