If we don't talk for a few weeks, Our friendship might start to seem bleak, But are you quite sure that is a reason To go and commit blatant treason?
If you so easily lose your interest, You will surely create a gap, a distance, Between what you love and who you love, And you might never rise above.
If I can't always make the time To find your hilltop and to it climb, Shall you assume that I am idle and lazy Before considering that your ridges are hazy?
If they break my bones and tear open my scars As they stab needles into my flesh and release my stars, Will you still wait for me to come around When you know I am debilitated on the ground?