Staring at my palm
remembering the past
how you said everything
like it would last
you walked up to me
and gave me a dime
asked me the question
do you have the time
i looked up at you
with that excellent smile
and realized that for me
you\'d go that extra mile
now staring down
at the nostalgic piece
remembering what it was like
the best and the least
as i watch you walk
out the door again
i smile cus i know
at least we\'re still friends
