I can laugh about it now
because the darker side of staying friends
is that it never ends,
when you and I never began.

I could pour another drink
Touch the cup to my lips.
The timing's always wrong
and then you're gone
and I'm still alone.

I could crumble into dust;
turn to rust and fall apart.
I could disappear completely
and you'd never even miss me.
No you'd never even seen me leaving.

I had a plan:
I wanted to kiss you on the mouth
back then,
but you disappeared
and God knows I did, too.