Friendly At All

Oh
Maybe I shouldnt ever have called that thing friendly at all
I think I hate everything since that time
We were together in the same place

When I held you on my arms
That night in the parking lot
You used me that night
To feel alright
While I was dying inside

Just a handshake after time
Your face down and your thumbs up
Now I call this anyways

La, la, la, la
La, la la