Fond Farwell by Elliott Smith
the light bright’s now black and white
you took apart a picture that wasnt right
pitch burning on a shining sheet
the only maker that you’d wanna meeta dying man in a living room
trying to get to the door
god knows what for
this is not my life…it’s just a fond farwell to a friend
it’s not what i’m like
it’s just a fond farwell to a friend
who couldnt get things right
a fond farwell to a friendhe said really i just wanna dance
good and evil matched perfect
it’s a great romance
i can deal with some psychic pain
if it’ll slow down my higher brainveins full of disapearing ink
vommiting in the kitchen sink
disconnecting from the missing link
this is not my lifeit’s just a fond farwell to a friend
it’s not what i’m like
it’s just a fond farwell to a friend
who couldnt get things right
a fond farwell to a friendi see you’re leaving me
and taking up with the enemy
the cold comfort of the inbetween
a little less than a human beinga little less than a happy high
a little less than a suicide
the only things that you really tried
this is not my lifeit’s just a fond farwell to a friend
it’s not what i’m like
it’s just a fond farwell to a friend
who couldnt get things right
a fond farwell to a friend — Elliott Smith
Fond Farewell
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