I followed you outside And smoked what I had And drank some wine You touched my arm and said Something like "I wish you were dead" I should have grabbed you then And told you I don't care I felt it once again And I could be anywhere Sat on the cold tiles A lock on the door The moon on the rise I toyed with an old idea Of popular song And of facing fear You could have had the end Of a million kids Coz you don't need a friend I wish that you were dead