Friends

I heard you lying to each other in the hallway And I hope you didn't know it But haven't we been through it, in high school Or summer camp, college dorms, or offices? You won't be upset for very long Because absence makes the heart forget The things we shared and what they meant The truth is we're selfish We live in the moment It hurts to admit that we couldn't care less I wanna miss my old friends My shoulder was a swamp by the time that you were done You moved out to Washington Predictably, I moved to Brooklyn And I'm not the type to keep in touch Because the pressure is a little much So I'll leave you a voicemail on your birthday Or I'll forget to call you on your birthday I wanna miss my old friends But I don't miss my old friends anymore So I'll forget to call you on your birthday No, you don't need to call me on my birthday