Paramore - No Friend lyrics

Found these old letters from years ago
Felt it was fitting to
Continue that correspondence
Can't help I'm sentimental
Thanks for talking with me today
I hope this is helpful for you
I also hope that Birdie is happy and healthy
And staying out of trouble
To a reasonable extent
What I wrote was sort of my way of finally
Being able to address how it feels to have

Another brick-red room
Another black-top town
Another misspelled band burning their
Own houses down
Another pine-box tune to fill
The cemetery day another star
A touch of orange over purgatory gray
Another thorny field to
Scatter fruitless seed
Another song that runs too long
God knows no one needs
More misguided ghosts, more transparent hands
To drop a nickel in our basket
And we'll do our RIOT! dance
Beneath another burning sky
Behind our painted lips
In scores of catatonic
Smile-covered ankle-bitten ships
Throw your pedestal of stone
In the forgetful sea
As protection from the paper-thin perfection
You project on me
And when this repetition ends
Behind the window shades
A semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in
The bed I've made that most unrestful bed
That most original of sins
And you'll say that's what I get
When I let ambition win
Again, I'd hate to let you down
So I'll let the waters rise
And drown my dull reflection in the
Naïve expectation in your eyes
Back in a cast bit part
Back when I felt most free
I had a butcher's heart and no
One thought they knew me
So before the regiment resumes
Before the dreaded sun appears
My driver's waiting
So let's make one point crystal clear
You see a flood-lit form
I see a shirt design
I'm no savior of yours and
You're no friend of mine

You're no friend of mine
You're no friend of mine
I'm no savior of yours and
You're no friend of mine
You see a flood-lit form
I see a shirt design
I'm no savior of yours and
You're no friend of mine

…To see myself in the
Reflection of people's eyes
Realizing that what they see may not even be
Close to the image I see in myself
And I think I might actually
Be more afraid to
Let my own self down than anything else
I feel like the man in the
Story who saw a bear
Floating in the river and thought
It was a fur coat twelve years ago
I stood on the shore and jumped
In and grabbed the coat
The river was rushing toward a waterfall
And my friend stood on the
Shore and shouted to let
Go of the coat and swim back to land
I let go of the coat
But the coat won't let go of me in any case
Please let me know if there's
More I can give you if nothing comes of it
Then just know we are grateful