You are not my friend

Never felt bad lending a hand
i think you hoped i wouldn't be in a band
broken ashtray i can always replace
i kick the door then i spit in you face
You are not my friend
never ever again
Dream of sunsets with a drink the in sand
of all my friends and losing money in the van
remember holidays that weren't such a waste
and a broken jaw from a punch in the face
Picture perfect with a frame that pretends
to be a martyr for a cause with no end
i was thinking that you needed a break
what i meant was every bone in your face
a mental photo of discoloured eyes
of dirty carpets and moistened thighs
these recollections i will keep to the end
i'm sure it's wrong that you were never my friend