No Friend Paramore

[Spoken Intro: Aaron Weiss]
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…

[Verse: Aaron Weiss]
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 gray
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
Throw your pedestal of stone in the forgetful sea
As protection from the paper-thin perfection you project on me
And 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 ambition win
Again, I'd hate to let you down, so I'll let the waters rise
And drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes
Back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free
I had a butcher's heart and no one thought 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 and you're no friend of mine