House of ghosts

Thats what friends are for

You cried in his arms as he held you to him,
You were drunk as fuck
And it finally ran through your head
He fucking saved you.
He could've ignored you,
Said "fuck it" and left you drunk,
But he didn't.

Cliff fucking burton
was possessing an asshole
Holding you to him
Bawling his fucking eyes out
Swearing he'd protect you
no matter the situation
Cursing at the world and how cruel it is
You'd never seen a guy as tough as cliff
Crying for you
Let alone Holding you
It was so confusing
All you could say as you cried with him
Was 7 words.
That you struggled to bring out
Slurred speech was ruining your words

"Thank you cliff.. you fuckin' saved me"

Cliff stopped crying for a second, wiping his eyes and his nose, and he looked at you

"That's what friends are for."

Cliff carried you to your car,
Drove you to his house that you bought
And laid you in the bed,
Locked the front door behind him
and went outside
And he walked.
Far away from the house you lived in
And left the guy he had possessed
Hoping that he wouldn't come after you again
But there was a twinge in his heart
Telling him
that he couldn't just protect you
the whole time you live...
He still had to look for the thing to bring him out of this wandering area of his afterlife
But he didn't even know..
what the fuck he was looking for
in the first place

"That's what friends are for"
He repeated in his head
Over and over
Thinking back on that situation
That he would call a shit-uation
Where he cried for you
Where he fucking held you
He was so fucking confused
More confused than you,
and you were the drunk one.

"That's what friends are for"

"That's what friends are for"

Did he really want to be friends?
You were alive
And he was dead
How the fuck would a angel like you want him?
He was dead how could you date him?
The dynamic between you
Alive and dead
Alone and alone
Friend and friend?

"That's what friends are for"