Separate Ways

Hey, what's up? it's always nice to see you my old friend, good to hear your voice again. you know, I think about you now and then, but a little less each day. we stood there talking, laughing looking back on the times we shared times I'll never forget how the hell did we end up here? I guess somewhere along the way we made different choices you know, I still have your killing joke tapes and your psychic tv t-shirt why don't you come by some day and pick them up? he said "we should get together sometime, talk about the old days" so I gave him my new number, thinking to myself "he'll never call" and once again we went our separate ways now I'm still waiting for that call