And I struggled to find the words to tell you how i think And in typical fashion were delivered stoically Enough with the small talk tell me what's your biggest fear? Is it saying I love you in a voice that's loud and clear? Singing “Buckets Of Rain” exaggerated Dylan voice You're freaking me out playing guitar with doubled joints Say you live in a part of town that's one big fashion crime Is it bringing you down to sit and watch the world get high I'm not asking for a friend I'm just wondering if you'd be there at the cataclysmic end? Are you sucking the light out of your broken family tree? Is it second hand smoke that's burning you up third degree? Yeah I'm ratting you out I'm never good at keeping lies Especially ones you tell yourself to sleep at night I'm not asking for a friend I'm just wondering if you'll be there at the cataclysmic end Come the celestial event I can tell you I would be there at the cataclysmic end Is it running you ragged to pretend Every person your friend? Take a brick into the window Build the wall back up again It's running me ragged to believe You'd be pulling up your sleeves It's running me ragged I'm not asking for a friend I'm just wondering if you'll be there at the cataclysmic end Come the celestial event I can tell you I would be there at the cataclysmic end Is it running you ragged? It’s running me ragged