you can scoop
you can hold
you can carry sweet things
you can cut
you can stir
oh! all the joy you bring
you can carve
you can cradle
your love is soup
as is mine
we are perfect
oh we're a perfect group
you can balance
you can carry
you can dig everything
you play games
you make riddles
you can do most anything!

Sometimes you feel
                                    left out.
Watching people from the side,
                                              at the end.
"I need some water!"
Here.
Let me get that for you.
                                    Because I'm at the end.
Waiting anxiously
                          at the end of the bench.
Wait. Here he comes!
"Go in."
Oh. He wasn't talking to me.
Watching people from the side,
                                               at the end.
Sometimes you feel
                              left out.

A comet streaks by
Shining bright, no strings attached.
I try to catch it.

Universe is vast
Yet we know more about it
Than we do ourselves

You're my friend, a good friend,
Yet I still don't understand you.
You play a game you don't like, 
but sometimes you do.

Sometimes you do like to talk
About things you wouldn't say.
And although you're annoyed with her,
You say you'll marry her someday.

You say you'll marry her someday
Or grow old with cats of twenty,
But what I don't understand is
Why you'd tell me things a-plenty?

Why you would tell me things a-plenty
Blows my imagination
I want to help but your stubbornness
Makes it a hard situation.

It makes it a hard situation
When your solution is to cut
and to keep it to yourself--
The pain you keep shut.

The pain you keep shut I can't help
But please put it to an end,
I worry about you because
You're my friend, a good friend.

I miss the soft hair that
I would run my dainty fingers through
All the time 
After you would playfully surprise me from behind,
Wrapping your safe arms around my young waist while I giggled and tried to turn around
And tickle you.
I miss when we'd stroll out of the house, I ahead of you, hoping you'd catch up, yet
bent over and coughing up laughter;
Then you'd pick me up and whirl around,
Shining your teeth with every turn then
Gently lowering me to the soft ground.
I miss the careful fingers
briskly grabbing my hand,
Precariously placing themselves between each of mine perfectly.
I miss you--
Or at least I'm trying to.

When it is time for me to leave,
Please do not cry, but laugh instead
Our friendship is strong--you better believe.
When it is time for me to leave,
We will have a game night the eve
To ease both your and mine's dread.
So when it is time for me to leave,
Please do not cry, but laugh instead.