By Makeshift
What's one more week of putting off our friendship?
we've beed doing so well as of now
everything that we were all about has
gotten lost in time
I wish that we could go back to the way we were
hanging out on weekends, wasting time
doing nothing at all
I loved to be your friend
I take the blame for all the things that went wrong
if only I could have a second chance
but it doesn't look that way
was it my constant singing or my annoying laugh?
at least that I got to call you, "friend"
which was good enough for me
remember all those times we'd sing those songs
driving 'round with no place to go
at least we were together
"count my blessings", my mother used to say
"it's not as bad as that, you can always pick your friends,
and those you keep close to your heart"
she's been right before about a lot so I took her word...
and I trusted you the same, now I'm the one to blame
you liked those nights, I know, because you called me, "friend"
was it a simple altercation?
or just miscommunication on my part?
I didn't mean to make you leave or go away
just please come back, I miss you
Why do I do the stupid things that go wrong?
they always come back to bite my ass
and I might as well be dead
let me be the first to tell you that I never do things right
but maybe baby we can do it if we try
I never saw this day coming my way
and it scares me like hell
how I have lost a friend
