We're not even friends anymore
When was the last time you called me on my birthday?
We're just not the same anymore
Why don't we talk like we used to?
Would you be mad if I called you?

Every time you come down
It's the same old sentiment I hold onto
Yeah, I've been saving this for you
But I know your sink of sentiment's dry
And you won't give me one more
For old time's sake, meet me at the gallery
I've learned some things you'd find interesting

I'm so glad I feel this way about you!

Sometimes I take the long road to my house
And your's is on the way
And your bike's outside
But what would I say if I knocked like I wanted to?

I hope you found someone who loves you
Whether that's someone in this world, or you
I hope someone thinks you're as beautiful as I do

I'm so glad I feel this way about you
We're not even friends anymore

But I would still sit on your deathbed
And hold your head
Or just sit on your porch with you and a cigarette
And talk about the few things we have left in common
I hope you became a famous artist like you wanted

I'm so glad I feel this way about you!