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We used to be the best of friends
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I wrote a song for you
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You'd call me for no reason
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Talk about TV and food
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We used to be the best of friends
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You read my horoscope
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You said I wasn't anal enough to be a Virgo
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I said that's what I hoped
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I admitted I was scared to you
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I said I couldn't sleep
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I told my jokes and they were bad
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You laughed to humour me
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We used to be the best of friends
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We flirted but no more
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Sometimes we'd drop each other hints
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That we would both ignore
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But now we're not the best of friends
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We said we'd always be
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There was a night I should've kissed you
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That blame belongs to me
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'Cos you got a boyfriend, got a life
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I guess he took my place
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I started speaking to you less and less
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Till you were just another face
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But sometimes our eyes meet
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Sometimes we look around
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Then one of us will look away
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I usually look down
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The other night I was hanging out
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Red eyes, wet hair
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I looked across the circle
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And you were sitting there
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The moment lasted forever
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The reefer round this time
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I took the hit and passed it on
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Inside I nearly cried
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When I think about the friends I've had
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Forgotten faces in a crowd
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The many times I've bared my soul
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I've grown this old, I've cried out loud
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I looked at you, you sat in shock
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I looked at you, you sat in shock
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My drifting nature has got to stop
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My drifting nature's got to stop
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My Drifting Nature
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Ben Lee |