Memories With A Friend
Remember back in May when it seemed
the days were too short
and the hours were just a haze?
I can tell you exactly how it all started -
how we came to be the very best of friends
because you tied up my endless loose ends.
It was a late summer night,
and I greeted everyone so kindly at the party
and when I said hello to you
you liked my generosity
and asked if I was always this nice to everyone.
I invited you for dinner the very next day
We talked for hours and hours on end
without even touching the filet.
What a waste of fine wine it may have seemed
but it doesn't matter.
Now I drink that wine
to help me forget about how melancholy
and unhappy I am about the latter.
It was only a few months
before everything spiralled out of control
You wanted to help me with my misery
yet I couldn't be mended; I was too dull.
I'll always thank you for everything you've done
because if it weren't for you I don't know where I'd be
and yeah this is too cliche but it's the truth
I just wanted you to know that.
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