maybe we should have met back then
when we were cooler than we think we are now
now our lives look like picture books to them
those we knew in the wake
we still want what we have left behind somehow
despite how ugly their remnants seem
so we pay attention to each other day to day
and our lives are full and real
and we've become friday friends each week and
maybe friends are what we are
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