Old Friend

You've played the games we play, a hundred times before

You've already sung the songs we sing

First crush, first kiss, first love, first loss, you've done it all

You no longer find it new and exciting.

You're not interested in us anymore

And what you see as petty little things

Forgetting how happy you were when they were new to you

Forgetting the delight or devestation they can bring.

Have you forgotten, or simply chosen not to remember

That while our lives are old news to you now

We once shared it all, every second

But somewhere along the line, we drifted apart somehow.