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