Friendly Fire / Dragonfly

Fading photographs, always
Missing front-teeth, smiling
When did our colors start to change?
When did we learn to cut with words?
Old friendly fire
I thought you were the foe
But words, just like bullets
You can’t take those back
Time is tracing lines
On faces that resemble mine
It’s strangers now who know us better
The things we learn only from away
Old friendly fire
You thought I was the foe
But words, just like bullets
We can’t take those back
And sure, we can just go unstuck
In our own separate ways
But the pags of the calendar
Turn faster by th day
And I’m tired of being afraid of you
For things I can’t recall
You’re in the dark, let’s break or fade
We never chose once and for all