The Red Moons - The Lost Art of Being a Friend Lyrics

I've never been that cunning
I don't possess that type of guile
I've never been a deceitful person
That's just not my style
And I don't know why I though you'd even get involved with me
Must've been my drunken imagination
And fearfulness to fail again

Over and over again

I'm getting tired of running
My feet are grinded to the bone
I guess I'm just a needy person
Who'll always be alone
And I don't know why I though that you would actually stay
Must've been my drunken ignorance
And fearfulness to fail again

I can't sustain it
I've lost the art of being a friend
Can't seem to stray from thoughts of being inadequate
Try to explain it
But I've lost the art of being a friend
Can't seem to shake this constant boredom with myself