Old Friend Songtext
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Old Friend Songtext
I′m thinking 'bout you in the front porch light
Sipped up my cup before we went outside
You chased your breath in the foggy night
Sometimes we still talk, but you seem so shy
So let′s just act like we don't have the time
But I'd come over to apologize
I′m in your city only for the night
We could go to that bar that you swear you don′t like
She calls me old friend
I call her old friend
Yeah, she's my old friend and nothing more than that
Hey, I just picked up a bottle of wine
I drink too much, so could you help this time?
I′ll split it with you in the moonlight
Set out a towel and hope the bugs don't bite
I′ll buy a house before I'm 25
If I get lucky from the songs I write
I think you′d look good by my fireside
We could talk in the morning if we time it right
She calls me old friend
I call her old friend
Yeah, she's my old friend and nothing more than that
But now I'm stumbling through the streets alone
I thought I′d hear from you weeks ago
I′ll probably see you when you get back home
Haven't met your new boy, I bet I′d like him, though
I'm dry-heaving in an empty bed
Tied a rope to you and split the ends
I′ll never have the chance to make amends
'Cause I′ll never be more than your old friend
Sipped up my cup before we went outside
You chased your breath in the foggy night
Sometimes we still talk, but you seem so shy
So let′s just act like we don't have the time
But I'd come over to apologize
I′m in your city only for the night
We could go to that bar that you swear you don′t like
She calls me old friend
I call her old friend
Yeah, she's my old friend and nothing more than that
Hey, I just picked up a bottle of wine
I drink too much, so could you help this time?
I′ll split it with you in the moonlight
Set out a towel and hope the bugs don't bite
I′ll buy a house before I'm 25
If I get lucky from the songs I write
I think you′d look good by my fireside
We could talk in the morning if we time it right
She calls me old friend
I call her old friend
Yeah, she's my old friend and nothing more than that
But now I'm stumbling through the streets alone
I thought I′d hear from you weeks ago
I′ll probably see you when you get back home
Haven't met your new boy, I bet I′d like him, though
I'm dry-heaving in an empty bed
Tied a rope to you and split the ends
I′ll never have the chance to make amends
'Cause I′ll never be more than your old friend
Writer(s): Spencer Fort Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
