Comatose but audible

"And when it all goes to hell, will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face? (or take this to your grave)"

I wrote this song today, I'm currently working on recording it. It's a little rough, I may change some things later.. and there's no second verse yet. Work in progress:

-living on the blurred line of friendship-
"Thanks for salting the knife wound you left in my back
And thanks for all the good times I know we'll never get back
Thanks for making it seem like I meant something at all
And don't forget to look back while I watch you fall
Into this endless abyss of what I guess you deserve
Walking miles aways saying 'thank god you're not like her'

Do you think you could come up with something slightly more cliche
Than burning bridges at night and dodging glances all day?
Worrying eyes hope he can't see you're just a whore
I hope you ride this sinking feeling straight to the ocean floor

So just don't pretend that you feel sorry for this
And don't act like your remorse is something I can resist
Follow this bullet from my tongue and wish it hadn't been said
Cuz you deserve to be bleeding if that's how you treat your friends"

I never thought I had a gambling problem, but I can't stop placing the losing bet that you've changed. dm.

Keep your enemies close, but keep your friends closer.
Best friends are ties that blind.
Keep yourself inebriated so you always have an excuse.
Living in this standard ruin.

This is a war.
Losing friends in battle.
Burning bridges.
Fights like bombs exploding in a small town.
Sifting through the debris to see who made it out alive.
When the smoke clears, no one is ever the same.
Take your cyanide pill now.