The sad rags of friendship hang in the air
Do these things ever last?
There is only a handful of people that I can depend on.
You are not one of them. Neither are you.
Ones that have called themselves my best friends.
Well, they all have their own lives to tend to.
Who but you would ever really care?
Care enough to put me before their games and stories?
Who but you would be a real friend?
But even you are not here for me right now.