PART ONE

I really would be so glad if you just came home
But I should focus on what I have, instead of what I don't
Should've focused on what I had, instead of what I didn't
But the truth is that I trusted you enough,
So I had to tell you, had to tell the truth,
Couldn't fathom you would stoop so low, to leave me solo
Thought that I could say enough, you left me in the cold
Mind blown, 'cause I never thought that you would just go

After Vice City GTA at your mom's place
And the Pokemon bong made for the bomb eighths
And the Netflix-binging hours after couch sessions
And my first acid trip, laughing with you, classic days

This my last ballad for you, gladly have your wave
I would never lack a mate like you just 'cause I didn't have my way
A yes or a no, would've saved us more than half this pain
An answer's really all it had to take, could've cured my brain

Besides Peter, you were the best friend I ever had
Together, we could do whatever
(Vice City GTA at your mom's place)
(Hike wherever we could step after couch sessions)

I'm still here, barely know your half of the legend, sad
Together, we could've talked it better
(Irish goodbyes, good times just for you and me)
(So many memories)

No one walks forever
Hope you remember the few times we cuddled
The teamwork through struggle
Not much we could do as two teens with inner troubles
But we truly had eachother, you know we had...
After highschool, our friendship stayed gold
Not many other classmates I can say that for
The lack of closure makes me feel pretty betrayed
But I have enough empathy to know you make mistakes

Besides Peter, you were the best friend I ever had
Together, we could do whatever
(Vice City GTA at your mom's place)
(Hike wherever we could step after couch sessions)

I'm still here, barely know your half of the legend, sad
Together, we could've talked it better
(Irish goodbyes, good times just for you and me)
(So many memories)

PART TWO

"Yo, she was my homie for a minute, you know what i'm saying? Like, We grew up together, my nigga. I ain't never seen her with a dude or nothing. I thought she was a lesbian at one point, dawg."

"A lesbian?"

"My nigga, not every bitch who rejects you is a lesbian. Did you even see her with a girl? Ever?"

"Nah nigga, that's not my point. Nah, I'm saying, like... She was single the entire time I knew her... bruh."

"Okay" "Uh-huh"

"I figured, 'Yo, I haven't spent my time with anyone in this entire fucking city as much as I have with her. Why am I out here getting my heart broken over these girls who shoot first and ask later?'
'There's a dime right in front of my face and I never get enough of her.' You know what i'm saying?
When we hung out, we hung out indefinitely, my nigga. Indefinitely."
...
"That's another thing too, she taught me things. Like new words and shit."

"Ight, ight, so you digged her. You were in love with your best friend. Okay, and...?"

"Bruh. I've never even heard her talk about a crush. Nothing like that."

"Well, bitches don't really-"

"I thought about it for a while, and then I said 'fuck it.' My heart was on her for a minute. Then last spring I took my shot. She hasn't talked to me since, my nigga."

"Oh!"

"Damn bro. And y'all were best friends? Forreal?"

"I mean she was my best friend, shit."

"Wait wait, what you mean you took your shot?"

"I told her I loved her!"

"Awwwwwwww."

"Nigga."

"Damn."

"...Last spring..."

*laughter* "You can't be springing love on bitches like that, bruh."

"Yeah, nah, ain't no one tryna hear the word 'love'. Unless y'all bouta kiss under the moonlight, or y'all just fucked under the moonlight."

"Or you could've just snuck the conversation by her. You know, ask her out to dinner first or something, damn!"

"You needed to wait for the moment."

"Bruh, I've known her since I was FOURTEEN. I figured I knew her enough. She's a ghost now, my nigga. She might as well be dead. Shit."

"Sorry but... It sounds like you brought that shit 'pon yourself, my nigga."

"Get this, though. I saw her ass on Match."

"Match?"

"Now she's looking for a boyfriend."

"Ohhh! Match.com? That got me some premium legs, that fuckin' site."

"She's really out there prolly matching up like a motherfucker. Technology basically bouta take her from me. The fuckin' nightmare of the 90s is alive, dawg."

"But wait, y'all haven't talked in, like, seven months."

"We used to talk all the time."

"Plus, like, if you found her on match, doesn't that mean you were looking for somebody too?"

"Yeah, but..."

"I get it, dawg. You were running from the pain to some refuge."

"Uh-huh. Yeah, that's a much better plan. Stick to scaring strangers away with your heart falling out your sleeve."

*laughter*

"Ay man, shut the fuck up. Y'all don't know what you're talking bout. Y'all niggas call ladies bitches."