There's one place you must go And it's harder than ever To get up And get out And get on With your life Forgetting friends for getting mad at you Forgiving teeter tottering tear Your lips And that twitch And you're sick When it rings And that tone on the phone And you've blown everything You don't trust anyone I'm sorry, so sorry Your friends don't really care I'd pick you up from there in a sec if you just let me Age 10 should've been friends and i know We're hardly friends but i can imagine you in velcro shoes And overalls and hers matching yours and you know These snapshots look like photos sometimes And you hate how they're always making you cry When you never cry When they drip You feel sick And you wonder why Velcro shoes and photos Really burn your eyes Im sorry, so sorry I can't tell you why Just call her Are you there, are you there, are you there?