calling

Got a pocket full of nothing Nothing hiding from something Texted me i read the buttons, To me is he saying something? Asked me "am I fronting?" Boy I ain't hiding nothing Nothing coming from the bottom of my open hidden stomach I will never forget summers spent with friends and every other But mother had always warned me friends will leave I miss brothers All my homies moved away But when I cry it's all ok Crying on a different plane Good things will never be the same It's been so long, since you called It's been so long, since you called Got a pocket full of pictures Memories to go with them Sitting on these old convictions Wishing it could be different Got some calls that I could make To some friends in other states But today won't be that day Was what I said the other day We'll grow up anyway Every dog has it's day But now I've got nothing to say I know that shit won't be the same So when I see you down the road Both of us have grown old All I'm asking from you Is to spare a laugh or two It's been so long, since you called It's been so long, since you called