My Old Friend

I know you're dying It's so unfair Me over here You over there I read your emails again and again Gonna Skype you on Monday My old friend And I often think of us laughing so much about nothing That we always cried Late in the night As I'm lying awake and repeatedly wondering why Wondering why I never ask you And you never say You're focused on living And not counting days I wish I could be there And hug you again I'll catch you on Facebook My old friend And I often think of us Sitting right here in my kitchen and talking 'bout shit I close my eyes and remember the last time you came here Before all of this Before all of this This is the first year That you didn't send A holiday photo to stick on the fridge So American I have the collection Must be up around ten Now one is missing My old friend And I can remember the first time we met on the steps of our kid's public school We were instantly friends then you moved to LA And your life was incredibly cool Incredibly cool Now I'm just waiting I think that you know that I won't see you again I've written you a song My old friend I could Skype you on Monday Hey, I'll catch you on Facebook