You used to call me all the time ;

we’d hang out every day.

We talked about how sad we were

when another friend moved away.

You didn’t move away like she did,

but you left me just the same.

We don’t even talk anymore,

and I wonder if I am to blame.

Why did you stop calling me?

Why did we stop hanging out?

Why did you stop being my friend?

Why am I now filled with doubt?

Why do you tell me we’ll do all these things

when you know for a fact that we won’t?

Why do you always get my hopes up

and say that you’ll call and then don’t?

Why do you only talk to me

when no one else is around?

How come when we pass in the hall

you never make a sound?

There was a time when

I thought of you as my best friend.

Can you explain to me

why our friendship came to an end?

Is it because I’ve never been drunk?

Or that I’ve never been high?

Was I not even cool enough

to deserve a proper goodbye?

You used to call me all the time—

haven’t spoken to you in a year.

Could you just take a minute or two

and explain to me what went wrong here?

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