That’s what friends are for

That’s what friends are for

You missed the eighties
And the nineties (except?)
We met
You smiled
I fell apart all over the place like wet cardboard
In time, given the opportunity to tell you how I felt, I barfed all over your face
You left
I felt bad
I felt sick
I wanted to die
Now
I don’t know
what can I do?
Anything that would be nice?
That would make things OK between us?
If there’s anything any good I could do here, I want to do it please

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