shitty, but i'm too pissed and tired to filter or fix

[maynard]

bury the soul but not too deep
it's not yours to really keep

patch this hole that has come to be
it is not what it was before
scrape together the broken friends
lovers drown with the treachery
tell the truth or parts you chose
maybe it's you or the lack thereof

parade around with your friendship desires
take the lines and push them further
truth comes with a passing rim
picked and prodded till there's nothing left