Porcelain Friend

Growing up,
And living right down the street,
Can be hard on the feet,
And harder to meet.

We said hello amillion times,
On the bus and in lunch lines,
But I never could find a time,
To tell you I saved you a seat.

Wonder what life was like back then,
If the words had been easier to speak,
Maybe you were looking for,
The boy from down the street.

Now, rings and happy homes,
Tuxedos, gowns and rice is thrown,
Two weeks in the Poconos,
And then honeymoon pictures are shown.

Me, happy for a friend in white,
And I hope all her dreams take flight,
And if the clouds are too much,
I’ll be here trying to do what is right.

Wonder what life was like back then,
If the words had been easier to speak,
Maybe you were looking for,
The boy from down the street.

No it’s not a bitter see you later,
I am used to my imaginator,
Playing tricks on me.
I am somewhere between hope and sober,
You’ll never know what October,
Means with out you, please,
Don’t go.

Wonder what life was like back then,
If the words had been easier to speak,
Maybe you were looking for,

The boy from down the street.