New Friends - Ron Pope

What is sacred?

And who is pure?

She lost her dreams there

On the bathroom floor

And we both cried for days

If I was subtle

If she was kind

If we were lovers

Of a different type

What she was giving

I could not hope to find

But this is not forever

We were never sure

And I could say I loved her

But it’s not there anymore

She swears deep down she’s sorry

And I hope she’d never lie

If we walk away too slowly

Then we both might change our minds

Now I am counting

The blackest birds

Asleep in winter

In a field so white it hurts to see

Still I’m feeling cursed…

But this is not forever

We were never sure

And I could say I loved her

But it’s not there anymore

She swears deep down she’s sorry

And I hope she’d never lie

If we walk away too slowly

Then we both might change our minds

Here’s to my new friends

A toast to the weekend

It’s time to begin again

So here’s to my new friends…