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
