hey, what's up? it's always nice to see you my old
friend, good to hear your voice again.
you know, i think about you now and then,
but a little less each day.
we stood there talking, laughing looking back on the
times we shared times i'll never forget how the hell
did we end up here? i guess somewhere along the way
we made different choices you know,
i still have your killing joke tapes and your psychic
tv t-shirt why don't you come by some day and pick
them up? he said "we should get together sometime,
talk about the old days" so i gave him my new
number, thinking to myself "he'll never call"
and once again we went our separate ways now i'm still
waiting for that call