Does your family still talk about me? Are your walls the color you talked about with me so long ago? I guess friends do come and go And with the irregularities in thought process that have come to light I suppose it’s no surprise you sought out people with better expressed feelings, sympathy. You could say I left myself in the dirt Chasing the only friend whose feelings seemed real to me
Don’t think about my words too much, friend Please don’t think about them at all I’ll use this as a shovel to bury the old and start anew