i had a friend who died
  for something he really loved
  i had a friend who stood
  for none of the above
  i had a friend whose experience
  was riddled with scars
  who got drunk one night
  in the trunk of louie p.'s car
  i had a friend who'd love to scare you
  as was his affection
  and tremble you did
  'cause you weren't worthy of his friendship
  i had a friend, but now
  he's stranded on the mesa street exit
  and sometimes i'm jealous
  'cause i'm still at the intersection
  i had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold
  yes there's blood on the median
  like a boat without oars
    duct tape the cross on the brown colored box
  single file line on the unpaved road
  they tipped their hats, respect for the dead
  in juarez, mexico is where they buried my friend
    there are no words to express
  the loss i feel since you've been away
  you made this typical sad song
  a physical classroom
  where i learned nothing
  just flashes of your face
    it's all a facade and nothing really matters now
  he's stranded somewhere on the mesa street exit
  and sometimes i'm jealous waiting at the intersection
    i had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold
  yes there's blood on the median like a boat without oars
    it's all a facade, and nothing really matters now