I promise everything’s alright, it’s just I think of you sometimes

I like to stay up after midnight and listen for the chimes

We used to hear…so loud and clear

But I haven’t heard that song in years

Chorus:

A wise old man was once heard to say

“The things that always cause us the most pain

Are those from which we are always

The least prepared to walk away

That’s probably why I had you on the brain.

Verse 2:

When I learned I couldn’t count on you when I was my most desperate

When nothing that you said was true, and breaking down my es-

p-rit des corps (…) was your most beloved chore

Still I couldn’t close the iron door

I saved a little face; it was a fool’s economy

It ended in disgrace, screaming “get the hell away from me”

I put you in your place. I knew you wouldn’t stay there

But you had such vulgar taste, you even had the gall to ask for car fare

Chorus 2:

I thought of calling you up yesterday,

And then I came rushing back to my good senses

It was all I could do just to obey:

I started hearing voices warning me to make good choices

Solo break (if you keep it at all, which if you’re playing by yourself, I wouldn’t)/Verse 3:

I saw your shadow play and thought “What kind of farce is this?”

But what I said was “a dying breed.” Your smile was disarming

‘Cause nothing is more charming than a narcissist with whom you’ve just agreed

Make good choices, thank you very much indeed

Chorus 3:

I used to dream of you nightly; I would wake up screaming

I’ll try to put it politely: when you’re not near my heart rejoices. Don’t come near me, make good choices.

Your face was perfectly straight; you said that, “Basically,

Most people hate their friends,” and I say it depends- I have so much, so much I want to tell you,

And nowhere to begin.