Friends of Friends

It is spilling all down my arms
Dripping onto my feet
And onto the floorboards
Gives them a creak
They wobble
And they shake
Beneath this old house
Painted blue
For the winter
For the winter skies
Bluer than blue
So blue they are white
With cotton balls stuck in the
Blue-white
Giving birth to tiny new
Balls of cotton
That stick to the roof
Of an old house
Painted blue
Where friends of friends
Of friends sit
Because they thought they knew you
But it was only friends of friends
Of friends
Who introduced you
And they though they'd love you
But they sit
Solid, still
as a rock
Those friends of friends
Of friends
While a friend of yours
They do not know
Run naked through
The streets
Shouting let me go
At prisons
That are not there
So you try and grab
Your naked friend
But he just shouts at you
Let me go
And your friends of friends
Of friends
Stand on the porch
And wonder
What went wrong
Because somewhere down the line
This was normal
But they've grown old and stale
And painted blue
Like the old house
Where it dripped down me
Onto your floor
And your floor isn't silent
Anymore
In this blue house
That matched the sky
But its grown old
And become dry
Where it spilled
Down my arms
And cause the blue house
So much harm
The floorboards warped
And squeaked so loud
So I made this house white
To match the cloud