We are friends. The city whispers to the skyline, “We are friends.” And it’s always been you and me and both of us remembering. And ain’t it funny how it seems that life is just the way it seems. The little things that happen in between means we are friends. We are friends. Been down the road and came back home and went again. It never ends. ‘Round and ’round and up and down since way back when. You bought me boots and then made fun of the
way I walked in them. We took that train and walked the town, both
boots were broken in. It’s simple things like this that I will be
remembering. We are friends. We are friends. We are friends. I-I mean… *laughs*
Yes. You know.
T-that is… What’d you think?