Hotel Books - Just What I Feel

You were the best of friends
Who have the worst intents
Was she calling? Was she calling?
You were the best of friends
Who have the worst intents
Was she calling? Was she calling out?

You live for confidence
Well, I can confidently say
That we'll find a bright future if we can just find some better days
'Cause I want something I know that you cannot give, a sense of clarity
Certainty were certainly no memory of the truth we knew before we found it would mean everything
I wish I knew how to give something that I never got
I wish I knew how to love you and not hate myself a lot
And now it's just a fading memory to keep these demons at bay

You were the best of friends
Who have the worst intents
Was she calling? Was she calling?
You were the best of friends
Who have the worst intents
Was she calling? Was she calling out?

All I ask is that you know yourself and feel hope without chasing after a shadow of a doubt
And we'll scream out loud to live in a cloud of confusion
It's abusive to live life just to avoid pain
But put in a corner, an emotional hoarder
It feels more like a game to jump to conclusions
When was the last time you chased after pleasure?
When you talk to yourself about the future, and not just the weather?
Where you can find a vapid way to put it into practice, without feeling so plastic

You were the best of friends
Who have the worst intents
Was she calling? Was she calling?
You were the best of friends
Who have the worst intents
Was she calling? Was she calling out?