you called me up nthe ringing woke me from my slumber nyou sounded pretty fucked up ni'm so glad you'd memorized my number nyou said you'd done it again nand you thought this time it might be the end ni said don't you dare nhang on friend, i'll be right there nnthen i got in the car and put the gas to the floor nin fifteen minutes i was at your door nthere was blood on the seats, we did a hundred and ten nand i took a few drags off of your cigarette nnwe burned exactly four gallons of the very same shit nthat fucked the world up so bad that you would do this nand i tried to explain how the planet is sick nand we do to ourselves what we've done to it nbut by the time we got there you couldn't hear anymore nyou were slumped over forehead on the dashboard nand my tears fell down to the hospital floor nas they held me back and pushed the stretcher through the doors nnthis is what friends are for nwhen the weight of it all cuts to the bone nand you can't take it anymore nno one could get through this alone nni sat by your side nand held the styrofoam cup close to your face nyou looked me in the eye nsaid you've got to get me out of this place ni said i don't think i should, nthe doctor's on his way back, you don't look so good ni guess you sensed my fear nyou said if i'm gonna die i'm not doing it here nnso i pulled out the tubes and helped you into the chair nsomeone behind us yelled stop right there! nbut you were laughing again as we flew down the hall nand our voices echoed off the sterile white walls nnand as i wheeled you out into the morning light nyou screamed everything's gonna be alright nsometimes this world's too much to take nso your eyes snap shut and your heart it breaks but you were out of the chair and we were in the car npeeling out tires squealing towards that bright red star nas the sun rose over our tired town nwe turned the radio up and rolled the windows down nnthis is what friends are for nto teach us things we've always known nwhen you can't take it anymore nno one could get through this alone nnand it's times like these when it all makes too much sense nthe connections burn so clearly, that feeling in your chest nwhen movement feels like murder and it hurts to take a breath nwhen the world needs so much more and you've got nothing left nnthis is what friends are for nwhen you've lost faith everything nand when i can't take it anymore ni know you'd do the same for me