In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, June 15, 2019
the friendship store
I need to buy some friendship
but I can't find the store
it seems that all my old friends
don't want me anymore
they won't take my phone calls
won't write me when I text
they won't meet me for coffee
no wonder I'm depressed
so I'm looking for the friendship store
but, alas, to no avail
but when I walk through the door
I hope something's for sale
my old friends can't remember
what they ever liked about me
they've all been looking forward
to living life without me
everybody's busy
except for me, myself and I
tell me, where does friendship go
when it slithers off to die
I'm looking for the friendship store
but I don't see none around
perhaps it would be different
if I lived in another town
it's okay
I'm used to grieving
go have fun wth your new pals
your new-found best companions
your brand new guys and gals
you can call me any time
I'll be right here at home
figuring out this modern world
while I sit here all alone
I'm looking for the friendship store
bet you can guess the rest
I'll be looking more and more
just to find it doesn't exist
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