Missing Friends
Its days like these When I remember those times The crazy things that we did All ya my partners in crimes. I remember going out for movies And asking you not to be too loud I used to hate missing the dialogues And even more disturbing the crowd. Even now I go to watch those movies And those dialogues are so clear But something bigger seems amiss Those questions now is what I want to hear. I remember taking the first row seats So I could stretch as if in my bed And finding the movies boring I could just lie down and drop dead. Now I buy the gold tickets Its not as if it was some pretense But I cant be that child now Without you it just makes no sense. Sitting now on a comfy chair Having in my wallet my own card I remember how we cursed our miseries Sitting on that wooden chair so hard. Watching the watches twice a second Ignoring those lectures so bore What I wont give right now To attend one just once more. I know we all still are connected But still its not how I liked ...