Whatever Comes

My dear friend

My dear friend

Balled up his fists

Right hooked the wall

Mashed up his knuckles

His knees bent and buckled

As he fell to the concrete I caught him

In the heart of Leicester square

And the tourists they stopped and stared

Took out their phones in the midnight glare

With his broken hands, he hid his face

As I tried to hold him in place

An hour earlier he seemed like he'd lost it

Pacing through the west end, making no sense

Oscillating between leave me alone you're just like the rest

And don't leave me alone I'm sorry I feel so broken

I say we're all broken in some way

Some might say leave the man to his demons

but he's my friend, who else is going to reach him?

Now there's a chance

We might not make it through the night

Whatever comes

I hope I get to see it with you

My dearest friend

I could have been a better friend

Who wants to be alone at the bitter end

That-night-when-you just had a panic attack

All I could offer was a pat on the back

I don't mind hugs to be honest

I just felt odd in the moment

Im a broken man too with the wrong set of tools

Too proud to admit i don't know what to do

But I'm here now: two broken

men the Leicester Square

Underneath the tears and the screaming and the glare

While you're scattered on the pavement

I wrestle down your madness

I dunno if I'm helping

But I'm hoping that my presence is enough

You were there for me when things were tough

My hands are just as broken up

Swear down these broken hands will hold you up

Now there's a chance

We might not make it through the night

Whatever comes

I hope I get to see it with you