What a shame That you get your fill from *** and drugs While I get mine from false hopes And how sad That we are no longer intertwined like ribbons that are twisted neatly together during the holidays No longer keeping secrets for each other Oh old friend No, now we are a box with a lost key Lost deep in a sea of selfishness and inner pain We are no longer lock and key, dear. We are now mountain and valley Dry earth and salty ocean We slowly grow apart Distant.. Distant.. We are so *distant