No Thanks - Worriers

There’s a place I think of often, when we’re still twenty-three in Boston…

you’re still here

My heart was soaring and awkward, too distant or too forward

In constant soft focus, and I’m a little bit jealous

Now there’s an awful club.

A fear of phone calls I know you knew well

Eight years between you two.

More life to throw back at you

Learn to build a wall till it slips.

You know I’ve thought about it

We should really hang out more.

Send me that tape you made

See you on the West Coast next time

Sending my love again.

Would it have changed your mind?

Shouldn’t have to rely on so much of my memory

Too many friends are slow faded out of me

Feel like I wanna disappear.

I’m so glad you’re here

Shouldn’t have to rely so much of my memory

Too many friends are slow faded out of me

Can’t say that I don’t understand

No thanks, you don’t get to come back