connecting*the*dots

look
i know that we’re not together
i realize that it’s hard to be friends
i recognize that you’re trying to move on
i can see that we’re both on the mends
but i also thought we could go through this together
i truly believed we were that tight
was i really that far in the dark
while you held fast in the light?
i don’t mean to bother
and i certainly don’t mean to guilt
but i’m starting to feel left out in the breeze
like a scottsman in his kilt
maybe it’s just a maturity thing
even though you are mature beyond your years
maybe you don’t want to look me in the eyes
confirming your own worst fears
that
we were once made for each other
sure, things like that often change
but friendships are hard to come by
no matter the distance or the range
maybe one day you’ll feel like giving me a call
you know, a shout from out of the blue
but don’t be surprised if i’m not at home
missing as if on cue
i thought i knew what we had together
as bedfellows can come and go
an intimate friend was what i thought i’d found
but i guess i’ll never really know