Friends by SUNSTITCHES

(Jauntily, swung eighth notes)

Where have u been my
bosom buddy?
U get that email?
Didju read ma text?

Now that i mention it, its funny...
Of all the people
that i'd be the next

Its not that u were kinda rude
You're actually kinda right, and
Not that i'm a bitter dude, But i
might ask why....
Why?

Oh why can't we be friends?
What the hell happened?
Is this the end?
Is this the end?

Let's have it out here on the table
Am i needy?
am i just vain?

Perhaps you’ve been a bit ungrateful?
But im a giver
So lets turn the page

It's just that when i needed you
You exited the chat.
There's worse things that a guy could do
So just take it back...

Won't you?

Oh please just be my friend!
Don't get all offended!
Fool me once, fool me twice... never again.

Oh, looky here… i guess that i was wrong.
turns out that you've had quite the rough year all along.
how do u expect us now…
(slow down)
To right this wrong?

My Buddy.
My pal.
Let's go our separate ways for now.

We're calling it a truce,
But to tell the truth,
If I cant see u
I won’t know how to love u
I guess we're
thru.....

(Outro)

• Alternative
• bedroom recordings
• indie rock
• singersongwriter
• slowcore
• Spokane