We share a snack, we share a lie,
We’ll hide the shovel when you’re high
On weird ideas, midnight schemes,
And dragging corpses through our dreams.

If you go missing in the woods,
I’ll wear your jacket, steal your goods,
And tell the cops with heavy sighs,
"They always did ignore the skies."

We’ll stick together through the gloom,
Like dust motes dancing in a tomb,
With rotten teeth and silly grins—
That’s just the way true friendship wins.