Something to do, something to say,
ill call you up some random day.
talking and talking, just so many things,
makes me wish for a pair of wings.
i miss you now and ill miss you then,
remember our calls that started at ten.
getting in trouble was always a blast,
keeping those memories, not forgetting the past.
my dear vince, you are the best,
even more with your lovely chest.
in my mind you are my friend,
in my heart is love til the end.
