Reminisce on the times less spoken
They were only less spoken for the very reason
Unmentioned because they believed the moment was theirs
A silent packed between friends
Just us; that's what I've called them all these years
Remember December and how it used to get mad
When it threw everything it had at us
And we were still outside?
When school started and we were the other's friend
And by the same time next year we were
Surgically attached to the hip?
That was just like us, remember?
I can recall the names and the games we've played
On ourselves or on others, they were always followed by laughter
This was only spoken by inside voices
'Cause I'm sure if we spoke about them, we'd know
Our memories were past tense, the good times were last times
And we'd start to cry, like that day
When the sun shown, an ironical compromise
I waved to you, like it was the last thing my memory of you would see
I hugged you, like it was the last thing you'd feel
And, dwelling over it now, I think maybe you'd think the same
So thinking about the day I left, I realize
It's been in past tense, like my wishing, like the pain
But I hope not like our friendship
'Cause it seem that if I lose that too
All I'll ever really have is my memory and no real future
Because the future I hope for was with the people that I believed where real
That gave meaning to the days gone by without them
With the hope that past tense would change for once
And good times weren't always spend on our days unspoken